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The Story of Rindercella

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I like cream soda with my Rueben. -Al

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Friend Al,

You continue to surprise me. Actually, I'm more amazed than surprised.

Indeed, it was Alfred E. Newman.

I probably spent my entire twenty-five cent allowance to buy a Mad Magazine (that was in the early 1950s). I studied every single page as if it was gold.

I remember Alfred E. Newman stating "It's crackers to slip a rozzer, the dropsy in snide."

Yup, t'was him. And I never forgot.

You and I immediately knew that ... and probably nobody else.

Maybe that does not qualify us for genius status.

God Bless You, my old and dear friend,

Steve

Steve:

I discovered Mad Magazine in my high school years. The issues were passed around my circle of friends, some of who are actually still alive and not incarcerated!

With my Mad mags stacked atop my albums....Frank Zappa, Vanilla Fudge, The Doors, The Chambers Brothers, etc., I'm sure my parents thought that young Alan had gone 'round the bend!

"What? Me worry?"

Give Deadeye a hug, my friend. -Al

Forever Friend Al,

Little known fact: My Mom and Dad had serious discussions about their child ... that would be me. There was no more gunny child ever born.

Yeah, Mom and Dad hunted, as did all of their friends. And, being born in 1943, guns and hunting were very much a part of everyday life. BUT little Stevie was fixated by rifles and handguns, and not so much with shottyguns.

Eventually, they decided that I was not a budding terrorist, mass murderer or whatever.

Our high school had a rifle team, so I "took my gun to town" on the public bus. If a high school or college student showed up at the campus with a firearm today, they'd probably cause a lockdown.

Different world we live in today, my friend. To an old far like me, it seems that we've lost so many freedoms. And perhaps that is what happens when a significant proportion of the public no longer accepts responsibility for their own actions.

My friend, I delivered a big ol' hug from you to Deadeye. She is doing well and I am trying not to be fixated on what might have been. She is alive, she is doing relatively well and she is pretty much the great old gal that you and I have treasured for so many years.

Yeah ... Deadeye sends a BIG HUG ... a twenty-second one.

YBC Steve

I agree with everything that's been said so far.

Terry

Had to look....figured a thread this long had hot women pics in it...

The title of this thread answers it own question - at 17 pages/ long

It's almost time for a story!

This one time, at band camp.......

This one time...at cow camp...I drank too much Canadian Club....got up to take a piss...and forgot I was sleeping on the top floor of a bunk bed....

Couple weeks ago actually...grin

Steve thanks for the Archie Campbell's Rindercella I have not heard that one in a long long time. Lot of good stuff on that show.

Spy vs Spy in Mad was ok, but they never could hold a candle to Boris and Natasha!

Or such as,

Will a 375 H&H kill an Eland or is a 25-06 good on deer at 500 yards.

"...or is a 25-06 good on deer at 500 yards."

From whose perspective? Maybe bad on deer from the deer's point of view.

Then there�s the fear of the unknown. And monsters�

The Claw at Graphton Weir
- Stephen Redgwell

The townsfolk all say that it's haunted.
And spake them united and clear.
Don't go down to the water boy o,
On the claw down at Graphton Weir.

You see that poor lad we call Jimmie?
'Tis him with the twisted ear.
He shakes and he howls, and he froths at the jowls,
When you talk about Graphton Weir.

Now Jimmie, he mocked the warnings.
And called all their stories queer.
And said he would spend the evening,
On the claw down at Graphton Weir.

Oh, Maconacie tried to stop him.
But the others just cringed in fear.
They swore that the Devil, trod the claw damp and level,
Stealing souls down at Graphton Weir.

The drink had made Jimmie a braggart.
'Twas fool's folly that led him from here.
"I'll cut out the heart of this demon!
That walks upon Graphton Weir!"

And he strode out the door of the tavern,
His gut full of the afternoon's beer.
He'd show all collected, he must be respected,
And marched off towards Graphton Weir.

In the tavern, the time passed too slowly,
We waited, hearts pounding in fear.
Jimmie's life would soon be all over,
Snuffed out by the thing on the weir.

Then a guttural roar broke the silence,
Pleading screams pierced our hearts like a spear,
Frenzied crying and weeping, evil wantonly creeping
Froze our souls from the death on the weir.

In the morning, the sun brought protection,
The Maconacie boys pushed back tears.
For they would retrieve poor young Jimmie,
Who had sealed his own fate on the weir.

But instead of a lifeless reminder,
Of the evil that lurks close to here,
On the silt unbelieving, lay Jimmie still breathing,
Torn up, but alive on the weir.

So now, we talk softly to Jimmie,
White hair, ancient eyes and torn ear.
Don't go down to the water boy o,
On the claw down at Graphton Wier.

- 2003

THE TYGER
By William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

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