BYC's Random Funny Posting Thread! Hosts Mike & Sally

[EmmaDonovan]

 

[nuthatched]

 

[nuthatched]

 

[nuthatched]

 

[Squawkers]

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I had walls like that though I don’t get the joke

 

[troyer]

As the story goes there was a construction crew of five people working on building a pole barn out on an open field during winter-ish weather, cool, damp, miserable weather.
There was no porta potty, neither tree nor bush anywhere on the site. About a quarter of a mile from the construction site there was an old outhouse standing alone as a relic of the past, the crew got permission to use it for potty purposes.
Just across the road from the old outhouse lived a lady that had an ongoing feud with the owner of the construction crew. The feud consisted not of evil intent, but rather of prank intent and some pretty serious at that, not to the extent of bodily harm, but rather perhaps some “emotional damage”!
As the lady watched the crew go from the construction site to the old outhouse, there started incubating an idea, as time progressed a plan came together of which gave her much glee!
She baked a rather robust amount of chocolate chip cookies for the construction crew and took the cookies to the men right at the time they usually took break. These were those rich chewy chocolate chip cookies that almost everyone likes. She took along a fresh pot of steaming coffee.
The construction crew owner was delighted at her gesture of good will, he and his crew partook generously of the coffee and delicious warm cookies.
Shortly the lady went back to her house after bidding them a good day and fruitful labors.


In pretty short order the lady noticed with glee that the potty accommodation across the road had constant aggressive visitors and a lot of effort was made in being the next one to enter it! What had been a slightly less than frequent need to visit the outhouse now became a dire need, a mind bending necessity. The ones waiting were groaning with the pressure from within, and whether they nervously moved around or stood still, the pressure within kept building beyond endurance!
With much glee the lady across the road was watching the suffering of these innocent lasses as they barely made to the outhouse on time!
A couple lasses may or may not have lost the battle from the inner pressure before reaching the outhouse!


The coffee and the cookies were laced with a double portion of laxative as a prank.

 

[EmmaDonovan]

 

[BigBlueHen53]

As the story goes there was a construction crew of five people working on building a pole barn out on an open field during winter-ish weather, cool, damp, miserable weather.
There was no porta potty, neither tree nor bush anywhere on the site. About a quarter of a mile from the construction site there was an old outhouse standing alone as a relic of the past, the crew got permission to use it for potty purposes.
Just across the road from the old outhouse lived a lady that had an ongoing feud with the owner of the construction crew. The feud consisted not of evil intent, but rather of prank intent and some pretty serious at that, not to the extent of bodily harm, but rather perhaps some “emotional damage”!
As the lady watched the crew go from the construction site to the old outhouse, there started incubating an idea, as time progressed a plan came together of which gave her much glee!
She baked a rather robust amount of chocolate chip cookies for the construction crew and took the cookies to the men right at the time they usually took break. These were those rich chewy chocolate chip cookies that almost everyone likes. She took along a fresh pot of steaming coffee.
The construction crew owner was delighted at her gesture of good will, he and his crew partook generously of the coffee and delicious warm cookies.
Shortly the lady went back to her house after bidding them a good day and fruitful labors.


In pretty short order the lady noticed with glee that the potty accommodation across the road had constant aggressive visitors and a lot of effort was made in being the next one to enter it! What had been a slightly less than frequent need to visit the outhouse now became a dire need, a mind bending necessity. The ones waiting were groaning with the pressure from within, and whether they nervously moved around or stood still, the pressure within kept building beyond endurance!
With much glee the lady across the road was watching the suffering of these innocent lasses as they barely made to the outhouse on time!
A couple lasses may or may not have lost the battle from the inner pressure before reaching the outhouse!


The coffee and the cookies were laced with a double portion of laxative as a prank.

Lasses are girls. Think you mean lads?