Granny's gone and done it again

Huh. Wyandotte’s are tastiest?

maybe that little jerk should get a stay of execution to fatten up a bit more? Not much meat on him yet...
It's only what I've read. You should do a taste test when the time comes.

Good morning everyone. We are supposed to get rain again today. First almost no rain all summer, now it's like every third day. At least they lifted the burn ban.
I HOPE we get some rain soon. Power company saying to be prepared for another power cut, maybe sometime tomorrow. craptastic
 
well basement is as clean as its going to get.
Have jars washing and just one more run thru the food mill and will get this kettle of mater sauce with green peppers, onions and celery jarred and in the water bath. Laundry done as well.

Back latter need to stir my sauce.
 
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A hillbilly went hunting one day in West Virginia and bagged three ducks. He put them in the bed of his pickup truck and was about to drive home where he was confronted by an ornery game warden who didn’t like hillbillies.The game warden ordered to the hillbilly to show his hunting license, and the hillbilly pulled out a valid West Virginia hunting license. The game warden looked at the license, then reached over and picked up one of the ducks, sniffed its butt, and said, “This duck ain’t from West Virginia . This is a Kentucky duck. You got a Kentuckey huntin’ license, boy?” The hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced a Kentucky hunting license.

The game warden looked at it, then reached over and grabbed the second duck, sniffed its butt, and said, “This ain’t no Kentucky duck. This duck’s from Tennessee. You got an Tennessee license?”
The hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced an Tennessee license. The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck, sniffed its butt, and said This ain’t no Tennessee duck. This here duck’s from Virginia. . You got a Virginia. huntin’ license?”

Again the hillbilly reached into his wallet and brought out a Virginia. hunting license. The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he yelled at the hillbilly “Just where the hell are you from?

“The hillbilly turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said “You tell me, you’re the expert!!”
 

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