today's funny

jon f mn

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They don't have a tractor pic.
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As a matter of fact I have. I've cut ring bologna with a jack knife that's cut the switch off cows tails too.
 
Didn't coal miners in the Upper Peninsula eat pasties (spelling) because they could eat the center with dirty hands and then throw the dirty crust away?
 
Yep, guilty of such!

Reminds me of a kid I went to school with. We worked together for a short while after graduation. He was the nastiest worker I ever been around! Never washed up. Came to work dirty from the day before. He would change the oil on a car or truck and just pull the plug, let it go on the ground... Told him he HAD to use a drain pan, so next time he did. No one told him he had to talk it out and dump it though... He ran over it, slung oil across the shop, into a customers new boat!

His nick name... Pigpen! LOL
 
The Cornish Pasty is from Cornwall, in Great Britain. It is frequently claimed that the miners threw out the crust to avoid arsenic on their fingers, but all the evidence points to them eating everything. The pasty was wrapped in cloth so they just held onto the cloth while eating.

The Finns in Northern Michigan learned about pasties from the Cornish miners who arrived before them.
Wiki Cornish Pasty
 
Back in the days of my youth when I trapped muskrats I'd sell them to a guy who liked to skin them himself. One time when I took my catch to him he was eating potato chips while he was skinning, dipping his bloody hand into the bag of chips and munching away. He didn't offer me any chips, darn. Jim
 
When my brother was in college he and a frat brother came home to get his antique Jag out for the summer. Brakes had locked up, tore it down and had to rebuilt wheel cylinders, frat brother walked in the house for lunch with a wheel cylinder, accidentally squeezed it shooting brake fluid onto a cake our mom just baked. Frat bro very embarrassed. Ma was used to it, just cut out those spots, we ate the cake.
 
Back in my younger years we went to visit some relatives in deep East Texas. One of the sons was working for a mortuary/funeral home/whatever you want to call it. It was lunch time when we stopped by to see him. He asked if we wanted to join him as he reached in one of the "coolers" there and took out his lunch. We declined...
 

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