• giveaway ENDS SOON! Cutest Baby Fowl Photo Contest: Win a Brinsea Maxi 24 EX Connect CLICK HERE!

calling any one from missouri

Don’t rush me! My lips get tired when I read too fast ;)

Actually page 253 said to stop a turtle curse I had to go outside and spit on a corner fence post, then turn around three times and look up then write down what I see on a 3 of diamonds, then bury that under the porch with either a buckeye or a pine cone .... when I get that done I gotta read some more pages... but this might take a while... I’m not sure where we keep the buckeyes and pine cones

View attachment 1827699
That's a lot of instructions. .I've already forgot what to do. Look up then spit?
Bury your wifes diamonds and give her a pine cone? Did I get that down? :lau
Maybe your buckeye is under the porch where you keep the extra fence posts :idunno
 
Well this is me, interrupting this fascinating conversation on witchcraft n wizardry to (finally!) introduce myself formally as a Missourian. I live east of Poplar Bluff ("What? There's a town named Popular Buffs????" "No, it's POPLAR, it's a kind of a tree.") in the Mark Twain Forest, which is just about as cool as it sounds.

I grew up in Denver and my Dad was kind of claustrophobic, so he loaded us up and took us camping whenever weather permitted and a few times when it didn't. Mostly, we survived, so when I arrived at this isolated little spot away from civilization and teeming with wildlife, I fell in love immediately and agreed to marry the householder I'd been emailing for months. On condition we get chickens to deal with the ticks. If I'd known Missouri had ticks I wouldn't have come. Seriously.

So we bought a hen house, got chickens, got married, and live happily ever after! And that's my story! Whenever I have a question about chickens, Google takes me to BYC and I finally decided to join, so now I have this wonderful circle of extremely knowledgeable and helpful and funny friends in the palm of my hand day and night, and that is just too cool, so I'm happy as a chicken in a roomful of bugs!
 
That's a lot of instructions. .I've already forgot what to do. Look up then spit?
Bury your wifes diamonds and give her a pine cone? Did I get that down? :lau
Maybe your buckeye is under the porch where you keep the extra fence posts :idunno

What? Most of that gibberish was harmless, but you never keep extra posts under the porch... mostly because it attracts bad spirits, but also because that’s where the cats hatch kittens.

I think this misfortune might have been foretold by the turtle, but actually brought on by myself... I was counting crows in the mulberry tree earlier today... this book doesn’t mention it but I think seven is crispy truck:

B83C38F1-90F4-4FA6-BCF4-8D3E35F804B4.jpeg
 
Last edited:
Well this is me, interrupting this fascinating conversation on witchcraft n wizardry to (finally!) introduce myself formally as a Missourian. I live east of Poplar Bluff ("What? There's a town named Popular Buffs????" "No, it's POPLAR, it's a kind of a tree.") in the Mark Twain Forest, which is just about as cool as it sounds.

I grew up in Denver and my Dad was kind of claustrophobic, so he loaded us up and took us camping whenever weather permitted and a few times when it didn't. Mostly, we survived, so when I arrived at this isolated little spot away from civilization and teeming with wildlife, I fell in love immediately and agreed to marry the householder I'd been emailing for months. On condition we get chickens to deal with the ticks. If I'd known Missouri had ticks I wouldn't have come. Seriously.

So we bought a hen house, got chickens, got married, and live happily ever after! And that's my story! Whenever I have a question about chickens, Google takes me to BYC and I finally decided to join, so now I have this wonderful circle of extremely knowledgeable and helpful and funny friends in the palm of my hand day and night, and that is just too cool, so I'm happy as a chicken in a roomful of bugs!

Welcome @BigBlueHen53 !

Sorry about the ticks, I blame the politicians for em... they aren’t really to blame.... but I just like to see people’s reaction when they say “the ticks sure are bad this year” and I say “yeah well it figures, the way they do things there in Jefferson City!”

Here’s some tick folklore:

1C7ABF1A-4AA0-42DE-9E9D-12B679743512.jpeg
 
Well this is me, interrupting this fascinating conversation on witchcraft n wizardry to (finally!) introduce myself formally as a Missourian. I live east of Poplar Bluff ("What? There's a town named Popular Buffs????" "No, it's POPLAR, it's a kind of a tree.") in the Mark Twain Forest, which is just about as cool as it sounds.

I grew up in Denver and my Dad was kind of claustrophobic, so he loaded us up and took us camping whenever weather permitted and a few times when it didn't. Mostly, we survived, so when I arrived at this isolated little spot away from civilization and teeming with wildlife, I fell in love immediately and agreed to marry the householder I'd been emailing for months. On condition we get chickens to deal with the ticks. If I'd known Missouri had ticks I wouldn't have come. Seriously.

So we bought a hen house, got chickens, got married, and live happily ever after! And that's my story! Whenever I have a question about chickens, Google takes me to BYC and I finally decided to join, so now I have this wonderful circle of extremely knowledgeable and helpful and funny friends in the palm of my hand day and night, and that is just too cool, so I'm happy as a chicken in a roomful of bugs!
:frow welcome!
 
Apparently a turtle on the ash pile is a bad omen...

My wife called from the gas station and said the truck was on fire!

She’s fine, every thing else is good, no body got hurt and the folks at the gas station have a story to tell... but I think this might hurt resale, lol

Was that a Dodge? You used to see a lot of them on the side of the road burned up...

Glad no one was hurt.

That reminds me to take a look at Rusty to see what wire the wood rat ate this time to make it have a miss... I've got a evil plan for them when I get the lean to added to the new shop.

JT
 
Well this is me, interrupting this fascinating conversation on witchcraft n wizardry to (finally!) introduce myself formally as a Missourian. I live east of Poplar Bluff ("What? There's a town named Popular Buffs????" "No, it's POPLAR, it's a kind of a tree.") in the Mark Twain Forest, which is just about as cool as it sounds.

Howdy neighbor, I live a bit north of the Bluff, are you by any chance in Fisk?

JT
 

New posts New threads Active threads

Back
Top Bottom