Hello....

We are very sore on the right side of body (mostly just the hand on the left)... but in mostly "good Spirits".... Having my Coffee... and reading over many other Blogs...

                                        Hope that you folks are well today...

                                             This took me a while to type....
                                How about a couple of "Crappy" jokes....???

back about 130 years ago ,.... out West... the white settlers were taking more of the surrounding land from the natives... "Bowels", the Chief had had enough... then the white man told them to move their encampment further back... that was Too much... so Chief Bowels went into town to voice his complaints... The town doctor (who was also the Mayor) was who he went to see... after a bit of a wait the Chief got to speak to him ... and telling him that they were Not going to move....
... he looks at the doctor and says "Bowels no move"... the doctor scratched his chin then handed him a bottle of Laxative... and told him to drink this and come back to see him.... The Chief, a bit confused , took the bottle and left...
... the next day day the Chief (feeling a bit "rough") was back to see the doctor.... this time , with a bit more determination he tells the doctor ..."Bowels still not move"...
.. the doctor looked at him and said "Really?"... So, he hands him a bottle of much stronger laxative and told him to come back tomorrow.....
... the next day the Chief does not look so good when he shows up to speak to the doctor... upon entering his office , the Chief says in a weak voice..."Bowels Will move... Me Crapped all over tee-pee...."...thus the natives moved their encampment...

                                      Not sure that you good folk will like these...
                   The other is about the traveling laxative salesman and the Farmer....
While driving down back country roads the salesman's car broke down... After checking his car and not knowing what was wrong , he noticed that the farmer , who was plowing his field was driving his tractor towards him... "What's the matter young feller?"... he told him ... Farmer say give him a bit and he will tow him to town ...the garage says that it will be tomorrow till it will be ready... so the Farmer offers to put the man up for the night in his guest room...
... after a nice meal ... the Farmer asked him what he was doing way out here...??
... The salesman brightened up an began to give his "sales pitch"  to the old man... the farmer was so impressed that he bought 8 bottles...
     The next day the salesman was off on his way again... while passing through that same area a bit over a week later ... he stopped at a small store for a soda.... the clerk told him of the old Farmer having died... Seems that he drank all 8 bottles and died as a result....
... feeling somewhat responsible for his death he asked the clerk directions to the funeral home to pay his respects...
.... at the Funeral Parlor he spoke to the Undertaker... (after telling him of the way that the old man had gotten the laxative that did him in)....
                        ... The Undertaker looked at him with a shocked expression....
                            the salesman asked the Undertaker where was the grave"......
The Undertaker said , in a rather angry tone..."So, you are the one who sold him that stuff? ...
 Well, He's still propped up in the out house, we're still waiting for him to get through...!!!"