Sunday Funnies
A preacher retired and moved to the country to enjoy life and practice his hobby of yard work. Needing a lawn mower, he headed into town to buy one.
On the way, he saw a sign advertising a lawn mower for sale. He stopped at the house and a young lad came out to greet him. The preacher asked about the lawn mower and the kid said it was behind the house. The two went to look at the lawn mower.
The engine was sputtering along at idle speed. The preacher increased the speed of the engine and mowed a few strips. Satisfied that the mower would do the job they settled on a price of $50.00.
Later in the day, the young lad was riding his bicycle when he spied the preacher pulling on the engine starter rope. The kid stopped and watched for a couple of minutes. He asked, "What's wrong?" The reply came, "I can't get this mower started. Do you know how?" The kid said, "Yep."
"Well, how do you do it? Tell me!” the preacher yelled. The kid replied, "You have to cuss it."
The preacher rose up indignantly. "Now you listen here. I am a preacher and if I ever did cuss, not saying I have, I've forgotten how to do it after all these years."
With a wise look on his face well beyond his years, the kid said, "Preacher, you keep on pulling that rope and it'll all come back to ya."
Courtesy of Rachel
On the way, he saw a sign advertising a lawn mower for sale. He stopped at the house and a young lad came out to greet him. The preacher asked about the lawn mower and the kid said it was behind the house. The two went to look at the lawn mower.
The engine was sputtering along at idle speed. The preacher increased the speed of the engine and mowed a few strips. Satisfied that the mower would do the job they settled on a price of $50.00.
Later in the day, the young lad was riding his bicycle when he spied the preacher pulling on the engine starter rope. The kid stopped and watched for a couple of minutes. He asked, "What's wrong?" The reply came, "I can't get this mower started. Do you know how?" The kid said, "Yep."
"Well, how do you do it? Tell me!” the preacher yelled. The kid replied, "You have to cuss it."
The preacher rose up indignantly. "Now you listen here. I am a preacher and if I ever did cuss, not saying I have, I've forgotten how to do it after all these years."
With a wise look on his face well beyond his years, the kid said, "Preacher, you keep on pulling that rope and it'll all come back to ya."
Courtesy of Rachel
posted by Ralph at 5:55 PM
5 Comments:
Good one Ralph and Rachel. I hadn't heard that one. Ralph, are you back yet??
If anything will bring it back to ya, it's doing just that!
The best teacher is a weed eater!
We got rid of our pull-start mower after our daughter lost two toes to it - gave it away. However, we have not forgotten how to cuss! we must be die-hards.
I don't have a story from here prompted by your and Rachel's tale.
So did the preacher cuss?
My nephew killed my mower, my edger gave up.
Now I have two mowers, two edgers, and one leaf and grass blower, they all work and they don't need any cussing out.
These guys come every week in a truck pulling a trailer.
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Pulling on those things and they won't start sure makes you want to cuss a blue streak!!! A few times like that and they are gone from here, either fixed or replaced.
Sure hope you had a great Thanksgiving Ralph!
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