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One of Dads stories
searcher5
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Dad loved a good story, and loved a good joke. He would tell this story, to I don't know how many hundreds of people.
At that time he had a couple friends that were a bit "rustic", shall we say.
This is the story, as best I recall. The names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.
Buck and Hank were sitting around the barn, drinking beer and swapping lies. Then the unthinkable happened. They ran out of beer. Buck, being in the best condition to drive, says to Hank, "I'll go get it, if you buy". Hank pulls a hundred dollar bill out of his pocket, wads it up, and throws it at Buck.
Now, to digress a bit, Hank had a near hundred pound Newfoundland named Toby. Being a hundred pound Newfoundland, he was pretty much used to getting what he wanted. This included frequent treats thrown in his direction.
Well, the throw was a bit off, Toby mistook it for a dog treat, and down the Newfoundland hatch it went.
Bucks first concern was for Toby's health, followed closely by his desire to recover the hundred dollars, so he calls the local vet. He tells him to dose Toby with castor oil, and the money should be recoverable the next day, with no harm to the dog.
Being stockmen, and used to cattle and horses, with no guidance on dosage, and, thinking if a little is good, a lot must be better, they manage to get a whole quart of it down Toby.
Being the thinking men they were, and knowing Toby's wandering habits, they decide to lock him in the barn, and check out the situation in the morning.
When dawn broke, they went out to look for the money. Toby had admirably covered the floor, and a good part of the walls, with , well you know...
From all accounts, it was everywhere.
At this point, Dad would shake his head and sit back in his chair.
The gullible soul, who was the victim of this story, would inevitably ask, "Did they ever find the money?"
Dads face would light up with the smile of a victorious prankster, and answer.....
"No, he couldn't pass it. It was counterfeit."
At that time he had a couple friends that were a bit "rustic", shall we say.
This is the story, as best I recall. The names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.
Buck and Hank were sitting around the barn, drinking beer and swapping lies. Then the unthinkable happened. They ran out of beer. Buck, being in the best condition to drive, says to Hank, "I'll go get it, if you buy". Hank pulls a hundred dollar bill out of his pocket, wads it up, and throws it at Buck.
Now, to digress a bit, Hank had a near hundred pound Newfoundland named Toby. Being a hundred pound Newfoundland, he was pretty much used to getting what he wanted. This included frequent treats thrown in his direction.
Well, the throw was a bit off, Toby mistook it for a dog treat, and down the Newfoundland hatch it went.
Bucks first concern was for Toby's health, followed closely by his desire to recover the hundred dollars, so he calls the local vet. He tells him to dose Toby with castor oil, and the money should be recoverable the next day, with no harm to the dog.
Being stockmen, and used to cattle and horses, with no guidance on dosage, and, thinking if a little is good, a lot must be better, they manage to get a whole quart of it down Toby.
Being the thinking men they were, and knowing Toby's wandering habits, they decide to lock him in the barn, and check out the situation in the morning.
When dawn broke, they went out to look for the money. Toby had admirably covered the floor, and a good part of the walls, with , well you know...
From all accounts, it was everywhere.
At this point, Dad would shake his head and sit back in his chair.
The gullible soul, who was the victim of this story, would inevitably ask, "Did they ever find the money?"
Dads face would light up with the smile of a victorious prankster, and answer.....
"No, he couldn't pass it. It was counterfeit."
Comments
I'll bet he was a good poker player, too, since that would be a hard one to tell and keep a straight face!
His eyes gave him away, if you knew him well!