Blonde In PA
Don D
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Subject: BLONDE IN PENNSYLVANIA
As a trucker stops for a red light, a blonde catches up. She jumps out of her car, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the door. The trucker lowers the window, and she says, "Hi, my name is Heather and you are losing some of your load."
The trucker ignores her and proceeds down the street. When the truck stops for another red light, the girl catches up again.
She jumps out of her car, runs up and knocks on the door. Again, the trucker lowers the window. As if they've never spoken, the blonde says brightly, "Hi my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!"
Shaking his head, the trucker ignores her again and continues down the street. At the third red light, the same thing happens again. All out of breath, the blonde gets out of her car, runs up, and knocks on the truck door. The trucker lowers the window. Again she says, "Hi, my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!
When the light turns green the trucker revs up and races to the next light. When he stops this time, he hurriedly gets out of the truck, and runs back to the blonde. He knocks on her window, and as she lowers it, he says.."Hi, my name is Kevin, it's winter in PENNSYLVANIA and I'm driving the SALT TRUCK.
As a trucker stops for a red light, a blonde catches up. She jumps out of her car, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the door. The trucker lowers the window, and she says, "Hi, my name is Heather and you are losing some of your load."
The trucker ignores her and proceeds down the street. When the truck stops for another red light, the girl catches up again.
She jumps out of her car, runs up and knocks on the door. Again, the trucker lowers the window. As if they've never spoken, the blonde says brightly, "Hi my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!"
Shaking his head, the trucker ignores her again and continues down the street. At the third red light, the same thing happens again. All out of breath, the blonde gets out of her car, runs up, and knocks on the truck door. The trucker lowers the window. Again she says, "Hi, my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!
When the light turns green the trucker revs up and races to the next light. When he stops this time, he hurriedly gets out of the truck, and runs back to the blonde. He knocks on her window, and as she lowers it, he says.."Hi, my name is Kevin, it's winter in PENNSYLVANIA and I'm driving the SALT TRUCK.
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Nothing like Philly/South Jersey fiesty women. Till you marry one, that is..............
>they suddenly revert to kinder behaviors?
Actually.....No. My ex-wife was hell on wheels. She was impossible to domesticate
In the words of the immortal Johnny Cash...I'm goin down to Florida and get some sand in my shoes!
Looks like the curtain closed on the Steelers.
GO EAGLES!!!
As I recall, he did sing about going to Jackson as well...and wreckin his health. God bless his soul, he did have his troubles. Now I'll be singin Johnny Cash all day!
A little late to ask why.
His reply was, "My ex-wife was hell on wheels. She was impossible to domesticate
In the South to domesticate means keep 'em bare foot and pregnant. Yep, us Jersey gals are hell on wheels. You have to run to keep up with us.
And..... we do NOT domesticate.
In any event, tame instead of domesticate is probably a better term.
x;-)
One winter morning a husband and wife in northern MN were listening to the radio during breakfast.
They heard the announcer say, "We are going to have 8 to10 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the even-numbered side of the street, so the snowplows can get through."
So the good wife went out and moved her car. A week later while they are eating breakfast again, the radio announcer said, "We are expecting 10 to 12 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the odd-numbered side of the street, so the snowplows can get through." The good wife went out and moved her car again.
The next week they are again having breakfast, when the
radio announcer says, "We are expecting 12 to 14 inches of snow today. You must park..."
Then the electric power went out.
The good wife was very upset, and with a worried look on her face she said, "Honey, I don't know what to do. Which side of the street do I need to park on so the snowplows can get through?"
With the love and understanding in his voice that all men who are married to Blondes exhibit, the husband replied,
"Why don't you just leave it in the garage this time?"
Did TN HR say T A M E? What a remark! Domesticated sounds more benign. Tame as in taught to perform certain tricks and obey on command, roll over, sit up, fetch, Don't howl, be quiet? That's what tame means to me. Not sure what it means in Italy or South America. But, as is always the case with Ray and Beagle, you are allowed a few tries at extricating yourself publicly on the Forum. Hope you won't fail like they always do.
Tame in Italian can carry the same meaning depending on the context in which it is used. I can't comment about it's meaning in South America since I am not familiar with its idiom. You seem to make that mistake quite often in your posts. I'm referring to your incorrect assertion that Mexico is in South America.
Gene
Salt water taffy anyone?
My apologies to the Southern men.
Before you ask me to define her wild and outrageous behavior, suffice to say that it involved things like fist fights with other women in public.
Salt water taffy? I'd love some, but only if it's Frelinger's (sp?) from Ocean City.
Gene
Truth be told, Don really doesn't think Mexico's in South America... he thinks it's in California.
But I beg to differ with you about Kentucky and the Virginias being Yankee.
>of Texas which is in North America. Mexico is
>in Central America which is north of South
>America.
>
Nope. Mexico is in North America. Central America begins with Belize/Guatemala and extends to Panama.
South America begins in Colombia.
Gene
I wasn't born in Texas but I got here as quick as I could. :DD