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The Hunting Trip

Discussion in 'The Powder Keg' started by Oxford, May 28, 2002.

  1. Oxford

    Oxford G&G Evangelist

    A father and son went hunting together for the first time. The father
    said, "Stay here and be very QUIET. I'll be across the field."

    A few minutes later, the father heard a bloodcurdling scream and ran
    back to his son. "What's wrong?" the father asked. "I told you to be
    quiet."

    The son answered, "Look, I was quiet when the snake slithered across
    my feet. I was quiet when the bear breathed down my neck. I didn't
    move a muscle when the skunk climbed over my shoulder. I closed my
    eyes and held my breath when the wasp stung me. I didn't cough
    when I swallowed the gnat. I didn't cuss or scratch when the poison
    oak started itching.

    But when the two chipmunks crawled up my pant legs and said, "Should
    we eat them here or take them with us? Well, I guess I just panicked."

    :nod: