Looky! A Drinky!
The after effects of a decent Cocktail are difficult to predict. Some victims become abnormally wise, and some become intellectually reversed. Tonight's post illustrates the latter trait. I have been cock-tailing furiously, and therefore have barfed up a pun. My humblest apologies...
A Mennonite boy comes back from a morning of working in the fields, and encounters his Mother, who is ready for him with a large lunch. After he finishes his repast, his Mother gives him the options for his afternoon chores. "You may help Thy Father pull the stumps left in the east field, or you may help Thy Mother dip candles for the winter." "If it please my Mother, I'd like a nap before I decide," he spaketh. "If Thou thinks it best..." she replied.
A few hours later, he awoke from his snooze, his nostrils filled with the scent of melted wax. "I believe I will now make candles, Mother," he declared. His Mother swept her hand about the room, indicating the racks of finished product, and replied, "Thy Sisters finished the dipping while Thou slept!" Whereupon his Father entered the house and handed him a pick, saying, "No wick for the rested!"
Yes, I take the blame for this. Booze Ex Machina...
The after effects of a decent Cocktail are difficult to predict. Some victims become abnormally wise, and some become intellectually reversed. Tonight's post illustrates the latter trait. I have been cock-tailing furiously, and therefore have barfed up a pun. My humblest apologies...
A Mennonite boy comes back from a morning of working in the fields, and encounters his Mother, who is ready for him with a large lunch. After he finishes his repast, his Mother gives him the options for his afternoon chores. "You may help Thy Father pull the stumps left in the east field, or you may help Thy Mother dip candles for the winter." "If it please my Mother, I'd like a nap before I decide," he spaketh. "If Thou thinks it best..." she replied.
A few hours later, he awoke from his snooze, his nostrils filled with the scent of melted wax. "I believe I will now make candles, Mother," he declared. His Mother swept her hand about the room, indicating the racks of finished product, and replied, "Thy Sisters finished the dipping while Thou slept!" Whereupon his Father entered the house and handed him a pick, saying, "No wick for the rested!"
Yes, I take the blame for this. Booze Ex Machina...
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