Author Topic: Newbrassky (Read 1819108 times)

Stoney Pete · « **Reply #5760 on:** March 31, 2006, 09:37:55 AM »

Quote from: Sod Buster on March 31, 2006, 09:18:50 AM

That's better than being a Gopher

<<License to Kill Gophers!>>

Sod Buster · « **Reply #5761 on:** March 31, 2006, 10:12:48 AM »

Quote from: stoneypete on March 31, 2006, 09:37:55 AM

<<License to Kill Gophers!>>

<<Author's note: We were referring to the various University names:
University of Nebraska "Cornhuskers"
University of Wisconsin "Badgers"
Univeristy of Minnesota "Golden Gophers"
>>

Lucky Irish Tom · « **Reply #5762 on:** March 31, 2006, 12:44:02 PM »

Stoney's license might still apply to the person that came up with Golden Gophers!

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Sod Buster · « **Reply #5763 on:** March 31, 2006, 12:51:09 PM »

Quote from: Lucky Irish Tom on March 31, 2006, 12:44:02 PM

Stoney's license might still apply to the person that came up with Golden Gophers!

I would agree! Here is one gopherhead that needs to be taken out!

Marshal harpoluke · « **Reply #5764 on:** March 31, 2006, 04:14:15 PM »

Quote from: Delmonico on March 30, 2006, 07:02:26 PM

As dusk falls on The Ranch with No Name, Delmonico goes to the kitchen to fix supper. Being tired of chicken and Chinese food, Delmonico fixes just plain sourdough biscuits and sausage gravy.

As he's gettin' supper on the table he gets another chill in his spine. He goes to the Wedgewood room and gets his Pee Shooter and gets the sheepherder as he's peekin' in the window again.

Don't know Who Ya got, Twasn't Me, Ah is down here in Arizona territory. Del never could see too good anyhow.

Marshall gets telegram from the Bsaque Sheephearders--saying tigers were killing their sheep.

Marshal harpoluke · « **Reply #5765 on:** March 31, 2006, 04:37:02 PM »

Marshall says "Oh the Sheepmanity"

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Marshall sadles up Da Sheep. Packs the 10ga, extra ammo, Kit, N a large Bear Trap. Gunna have to teach Ozark 'Bout Excruciating Pain. heh, Heh, HEH!

Marshal gets to Nebrasky, N sets trap in outhouse.

Ozark goe into the loue to relieve Hisself, N sitts on the concealed Bear Trap.

The Trap snaps shut on His Privets. YEOOWWWWWW!

Now You'll might think that this is Excruciating pain, but it's not, No Sir-- It's when He runs out of Chain.

Marshal harpoluke · « **Reply #5766 on:** March 31, 2006, 05:08:55 PM »

Marcharshal Modifies Delmonico's poarch, Trinity steps out the board swings up, smacks Him on the back of Hiws head. Trinity stumbles foward N falls into the Horse trough, Marshal has filled it with Sheep Dip.

litl rooster · « **Reply #5767 on:** March 31, 2006, 05:27:45 PM »

Quote from: Marshal harpoluke on March 31, 2006, 04:14:15 PM

know Who Ya got, Me, Ah is down here UTAH
territory. Del could see too good anyhow.

Marshall gets telegram from the Bsaque Sheephearders--saying tigers were killing their sheep.

authors note>>>>>>>>>>> at least we have that werkin for us

litl rooster from hiding see the Utah Sheephearder up to is usual lurking and mischef...Fires a round from the long barrel gun and sends da sheep scurring off. The Marshall afoot behind it.

Delmonico · « **Reply #5768 on:** March 31, 2006, 06:06:46 PM »

<Authors Note: I went down to "Who's Online" and the sheep herder was Viewin' Newbrassky thread. So not only is he a window peekin' sheep herder, he tells fibs.

>

<Nuther Note: He was watchin' the bear trap from the basement.

>

Ozark Tracker · « **Reply #5769 on:** March 31, 2006, 07:16:02 PM »

Whew, that trap ain't much fun, now I gonna havta go into town and find that chinese fella that del gets the herbs from and see how to walk after that. I think his name is "one hung low"

Delmonico · « **Reply #5770 on:** March 31, 2006, 07:19:03 PM »

Shortly after dark a large freight wagon shows up at The Ranch With No Name. Delmonico goes out and helps unload it into the storage shed and the barn workshop.

Several barrels are among the items unloaded.

Ozark Tracker · « **Reply #5771 on:** March 31, 2006, 07:26:45 PM »

Ozark comes riding back from town after see'n the chinese fellur and getting some tea, some for drinking and some for rubbing on. When he gets to the ranch he finds Del in the barn and litl rooster at the house with his new rifle, he tells he a
he better watch out for that sheep gang that's lurking out there in the shadows.

Delmonico · « **Reply #5772 on:** March 31, 2006, 07:42:59 PM »

Delmonico locks the storage shed and heads to the house. Last night he caught a stray lamb and butchered it and ground the meat and made a kind of meat loaf out of it. He now shaves a bunch off and heats it up.

Gettin' out some olive oil, flour water and bakin' powder he mixes up some dough aand heats a griddle up hot. Rollin' out dough about 1/8th inch thick he bakes them on the griddle and gets out some canned olives.

When supper is done he hollors, "Come get yer Gyro's"

Trinity · « **Reply #5773 on:** April 01, 2006, 07:17:30 AM »

Trinity likes Gyros, but only with that tangy chees made from goat's milk. No olive, no cucumber sauce!

Looking back at the outhouse before going inside he wonders why anyone would use it seein' as how there's an Inhouse... which is usually without critters.

Inside, Trinity enjoys his gyros and then makes coffee for the group.

Wymore Wrangler · « **Reply #5774 on:** April 01, 2006, 08:35:15 AM »

Durn sheep for dinner, guess I'm going to have to go rustle me a steer for dinner...

Delmonico · « **Reply #5775 on:** April 01, 2006, 10:37:11 AM »

Delmonico gets out the hog scaldin' pot and emptys one of the barrels into it and builds a small slow fire under it.

Trinity · « **Reply #5776 on:** April 01, 2006, 12:17:02 PM »

"Somebody check to see if that there keg says Campbell's Foodservice on tha side!"

Delmonico · « **Reply #5777 on:** April 01, 2006, 12:19:13 PM »

Delmonico turns the barrel so Trinity can read, "Standard Oil Company of Penn-see-vain-yah" stenciled on the side.

Trinity · « **Reply #5778 on:** April 01, 2006, 12:40:59 PM »

<<This sounds like it could be going down the "Song of the South" road...>>

Delmonico · « **Reply #5779 on:** April 01, 2006, 01:18:04 PM »

Delmonico wishpers to Trinity and the both get bags and start gatherin' up the wind blown chicken feathers that have formed drifts on the sides of the buildings.

"Don't worry, if we don't have enough I can fire up the steam traction engine and set the chicken plucker back up. Slim brought us a fresh batch."

Delmonico heads to the house singin':

Song, song of the south.
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth.
Gone, gone with the wind.
There ain’t nobody looking back again.

Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch.
We all picked the cotton but we never got rich.
Daddy was a veteran, a southern democrat.
They oughta get a rich man to vote like that.

Song, song of the south.
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth.
Gone, gone with the wind.
There ain’t nobody looking back again.

Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch.
We all picked the cotton but we never got rich.
Daddy was a veteran, a southern democrat.
They oughta get a rich man to vote like that.

Song, song of the south.
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth.
Gone, gone with the wind.
There ain’t nobody looking back again.

Well somebody told us Wall Street fell
But we were so poor that we couldn’t tell.
Cotton was short and the weeds were tall
But Mr. Roosevelt’s a gonna save us all.

Well momma got sick and daddy got down.
The county got the farm and they moved to town.
Pappa got a job with the tva
He bought a washing machine and then a chevrolet.

Song, song of the south.
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth.
Gone, gone with the wind.
There ain’t nobody looking back again.

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