Oh, a comic strip guy. Okay. I may have seen that little guy before, but I rarely read comics in the papers. The only comic strip I have ever liked is the Far Side guy. Now that guy makes me laugh!
But yes, now that you have posted the comic strip, I see that it IS witty and cool. I guess fine minds think in a similar manner?
I used to say "Great minds think alike." ... but then it occured to me that twisted minds also had a lot in common. ;)
THAT'S HILARIOUS!!!
Twisted minds are far more common than great ones.
It's a lot easier to be twisted than great.
Great minds tends to stand out.
Twisted minds "huddle" together trying to figure out how to be great,or how to topple the great ones and reduce them to being merely twisted like the majority.
Three soldiers trudged down a road in a strange country. they were on their way home from the wars. Besides being tired, they were hungry. In fact, they had eaten nothing for two days.
"How I would like a good dinner tonight," said the first. "And a bed to sleep in," added the second. "But that is impossible," said the third.
On they marched, until suddenly, ahead of them, they saw the lights of a village. "Maybe we'll find a bite to eat and a bed to sleep in," they thought.
Now the peasants of the place feared strangers. When they heard that three soldiers were coming down the road, they talked among themselves. "Here come three soldiers," they said. "Soldiers are always hungry. But we have so little for ourselves." And they hurried to hide their food. They hid the barley in hay lofts, carrots under quilts, and buckets of milk down the wells. They hid all they had to eat. Then they waited.
The soldiers stopped at the first house. "Good evening to you," they said. "Could you spare a bit of food for three hungry soldiers?" "We have no food for ourselves," the residents lied. "It has been a poor harvest."
The soldiers went to the next house. "Could you spare a bit of food?" they asked. "And do you have a corner where we could sleep for the night?" "Oh, no," the man said. "We gave all we could spare to the soldiers who came before you." "And our beds are full," lied the woman.
At each house, the response was the same -- no one had food or a place for the soldiers to stay. The peasants had very good reasons, like feeding the sick and children. The villagers stood in the street and sighed. They looked as hungry as they could.
The soldiers talked together. The first soldier called out, "Good people! We are three hungry soldiers in a strange land. We have asked you for food and you have no food. Well, we will have to make stone soup." The peasants stared.
The soldiers asked for a big iron pot, water to fill it, and a fire to heat it. "And now, if you please, three round smooth stones." The soldiers dropped the stones into the pot.
"Any soup needs salt and pepper," the first soldker said, so children ran to fetch salt and pepper.
"Stones make good soup, but carrots would make it so much better," the second soldier added. One woman said, "Why, I think I have a carrot or two!" She ran to get the carrots.
"A good stone soup should have some cabbage, but no use asking for what we don't have!" said the third soldier. Another woman said, "I think I can probably find some cabbage," and off she scurried.
"If only we had a bit of beef and some potatoes, this soup would be fit for a rich man's table." The peasants thought it over, then ran to fetch what they had hidden in their cellars. A rich man's soup, and all from a few stones! It seemed like magic!
The soldiers said, "If only we had a bit of barley and some milk, this soup would be fit for a king!" And so the peasants managed to retrieve some barley and milk.
"The soup is ready," said the cooks, "and all will taste it, but first we need to set the tables." Tables and torches were set up in the square, and all sat down to eat. Some of the peasants said, "Such a great soup would be better with bread and cider," so they brought forth the last two items and the banquet was enjoyed by all. Never had there been such a feast. Never had the peasants tasted such delicious soup, and all made from stones! They ate and drank and danced well into the night.
The soldiers asked again if there was a loft where they might sleep for the night. "Oh, no!" said the townfolk. "You wise men must have the best beds in the village!" So one soldier spent the night in the priest's house, one in the baker's house, and one in the mayor's house.
In the morning, the villagers gathered to say goodbye. "Many thanks to you," the people said, "for we shall never go hungry now that you have taught us how to make soup from stones!"
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Personally, I think that's the principle that's governed Waydale AND the GSC.
Three soldiers trudged down a road in a strange country. they were on their way home from the wars. Besides being tired, they were hungry. In fact, they had eaten nothing for two days.
"How I would like a good dinner tonight," said the first. "And a bed to sleep in," added the second. "But that is impossible," said the third.
On they marched, until suddenly, ahead of them, they saw the lights of a village. "Maybe we'll find a bite to eat and a bed to sleep in," they thought.
Now the peasants of the place feared strangers. When they heard that three soldiers were coming down the road, they talked among themselves. "Here come three soldiers," they said. "Soldiers are always hungry. But we have so little for ourselves." And they hurried to hide their food. They hid the barley in hay lofts, carrots under quilts, and buckets of milk down the wells. They hid all they had to eat. Then they waited.
The soldiers stopped at the first house. "Good evening to you," they said. "Could you spare a bit of food for three hungry soldiers?" "We have no food for ourselves," the residents lied. "It has been a poor harvest."
The soldiers went to the next house. "Could you spare a bit of food?" they asked. "And do you have a corner where we could sleep for the night?" "Oh, no," the man said. "We gave all we could spare to the soldiers who came before you." "And our beds are full," lied the woman.
At each house, the response was the same -- no one had food or a place for the soldiers to stay. The peasants had very good reasons, like feeding the sick and children. The villagers stood in the street and sighed. They looked as hungry as they could.
The soldiers talked together. The first soldier called out, "Good people! We are three hungry soldiers in a strange land. We have asked you for food and you have no food. Well, we will have to make stone soup." The peasants stared.
The soldiers asked for a big iron pot, water to fill it, and a fire to heat it. "And now, if you please, three round smooth stones." The soldiers dropped the stones into the pot.
"Any soup needs salt and pepper," the first soldker said, so children ran to fetch salt and pepper.
"Stones make good soup, but carrots would make it so much better," the second soldier added. One woman said, "Why, I think I have a carrot or two!" She ran to get the carrots.
"A good stone soup should have some cabbage, but no use asking for what we don't have!" said the third soldier. Another woman said, "I think I can probably find some cabbage," and off she scurried.
"If only we had a bit of beef and some potatoes, this soup would be fit for a rich man's table." The peasants thought it over, then ran to fetch what they had hidden in their cellars. A rich man's soup, and all from a few stones! It seemed like magic!
The soldiers said, "If only we had a bit of barley and some milk, this soup would be fit for a king!" And so the peasants managed to retrieve some barley and milk.
"The soup is ready," said the cooks, "and all will taste it, but first we need to set the tables." Tables and torches were set up in the square, and all sat down to eat. Some of the peasants said, "Such a great soup would be better with bread and cider," so they brought forth the last two items and the banquet was enjoyed by all. Never had there been such a feast. Never had the peasants tasted such delicious soup, and all made from stones! They ate and drank and danced well into the night.
The soldiers asked again if there was a loft where they might sleep for the night. "Oh, no!" said the townfolk. "You wise men must have the best beds in the village!" So one soldier spent the night in the priest's house, one in the baker's house, and one in the mayor's house.
In the morning, the villagers gathered to say goodbye. "Many thanks to you," the people said, "for we shall never go hungry now that you have taught us how to make soup from stones!"
===========
Personally, I think that's the principle that's governed Waydale AND the GSC.
Hey Dooj! I think someone just baked me a biscuit to go with my gravy. A little bit on the heavy side (I wonder if it would break glass) but digestible nonetheless. I wonder what color it will come out on the other side. ;)
this may be the best thread i ever read on GSC. so much here is so hard and heavy, it's a joy to see so many pitch in with a bunch of goofy, silly, clever nonsense. pogo would be proud.
and speaking of pogo, isn't (wasn't?) he a possum? and isn't possum extra-good when it's swimming in gravy?
this may be the best thread i ever read on GSC. so much here is so hard and heavy, it's a joy to see so many pitch in with a bunch of goofy, silly, clever nonsense. pogo would be proud.
and speaking of pogo, isn't (wasn't?) he a possum? and isn't possum extra-good when it's swimming in gravy?
i love it when a thread comes together.
You would totally have to ask Java Jane about that she's the one with the magic possum cook book.
But darn near anything tastes good swimming in gravy!
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Oh, a comic strip guy. Okay. I may have seen that little guy before, but I rarely read comics in the papers. The only comic strip I have ever liked is the Far Side guy. Now that guy makes me laugh!
But yes, now that you have posted the comic strip, I see that it IS witty and cool. I guess fine minds think in a similar manner?
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Pogo is very wise - you should read his stuff...;)
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I used to say "Great minds think alike." ... but then it occured to me that twisted minds also had a lot in common. ;)
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THAT'S HILARIOUS!!!
Twisted minds are far more common than great ones.
It's a lot easier to be twisted than great.
Great minds tends to stand out.
Twisted minds "huddle" together trying to figure out how to be great,or how to topple the great ones and reduce them to being merely twisted like the majority.
Is greatness inate or thrust upon one?
Is being twisted contagious?
A few great thoughts from a twisted mind ?
or
A few twisted thoughts from a great mind?
or
neither
hahaha
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I'm glad I could make you laugh... :)
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topoftheworld
Just when I think life has no gravy left, I find this thread.
May not be helping Outfield much, but it gave me some flavor today.
Thanks for the savory lift.
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Outfield
I am impressed at how ya'll turned the thread around and made it something unique.
I wasn't trying to be mean, I was just saying this PFAL thread is getting really long and derailed often.
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Hahahahaaaawwwhhhhaahahaaaha....I found that really funny!
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Once you start a thread anywhere- ESPECIALLY the GSC- you have no control over its direction.
(You can ask nicely, and that's about it, unless you're the Admin.)
Sometimes a thread generates no interest, and just sinks.
Sometimes a thread gets a little interest-but not the kind you wanted.
Sometimes a thread gets a lot of interest-but not the kind you wanted.
Sometimes a thread gets a lot of interest-the kind you wanted.
You'd be surprised how informative the "threads that got away from you" can be, depending on the thread.
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Sometimes, I liken the threads to "Stone Soup."
That refers to an old folktale that's made the rounds, in many variations.
Here's one that refers to what I'm talking about.
I got it from http://www.storybin.com/sponsor/sponsor116.shtml
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Three soldiers trudged down a road in a strange country. they were on their way home from the wars. Besides being tired, they were hungry. In fact, they had eaten nothing for two days.
"How I would like a good dinner tonight," said the first. "And a bed to sleep in," added the second. "But that is impossible," said the third.
On they marched, until suddenly, ahead of them, they saw the lights of a village. "Maybe we'll find a bite to eat and a bed to sleep in," they thought.
Now the peasants of the place feared strangers. When they heard that three soldiers were coming down the road, they talked among themselves. "Here come three soldiers," they said. "Soldiers are always hungry. But we have so little for ourselves." And they hurried to hide their food. They hid the barley in hay lofts, carrots under quilts, and buckets of milk down the wells. They hid all they had to eat. Then they waited.
The soldiers stopped at the first house. "Good evening to you," they said. "Could you spare a bit of food for three hungry soldiers?" "We have no food for ourselves," the residents lied. "It has been a poor harvest."
The soldiers went to the next house. "Could you spare a bit of food?" they asked. "And do you have a corner where we could sleep for the night?" "Oh, no," the man said. "We gave all we could spare to the soldiers who came before you." "And our beds are full," lied the woman.
At each house, the response was the same -- no one had food or a place for the soldiers to stay. The peasants had very good reasons, like feeding the sick and children. The villagers stood in the street and sighed. They looked as hungry as they could.
The soldiers talked together. The first soldier called out, "Good people! We are three hungry soldiers in a strange land. We have asked you for food and you have no food. Well, we will have to make stone soup." The peasants stared.
The soldiers asked for a big iron pot, water to fill it, and a fire to heat it. "And now, if you please, three round smooth stones." The soldiers dropped the stones into the pot.
"Any soup needs salt and pepper," the first soldker said, so children ran to fetch salt and pepper.
"Stones make good soup, but carrots would make it so much better," the second soldier added. One woman said, "Why, I think I have a carrot or two!" She ran to get the carrots.
"A good stone soup should have some cabbage, but no use asking for what we don't have!" said the third soldier. Another woman said, "I think I can probably find some cabbage," and off she scurried.
"If only we had a bit of beef and some potatoes, this soup would be fit for a rich man's table." The peasants thought it over, then ran to fetch what they had hidden in their cellars. A rich man's soup, and all from a few stones! It seemed like magic!
The soldiers said, "If only we had a bit of barley and some milk, this soup would be fit for a king!" And so the peasants managed to retrieve some barley and milk.
"The soup is ready," said the cooks, "and all will taste it, but first we need to set the tables." Tables and torches were set up in the square, and all sat down to eat. Some of the peasants said, "Such a great soup would be better with bread and cider," so they brought forth the last two items and the banquet was enjoyed by all. Never had there been such a feast. Never had the peasants tasted such delicious soup, and all made from stones! They ate and drank and danced well into the night.
The soldiers asked again if there was a loft where they might sleep for the night. "Oh, no!" said the townfolk. "You wise men must have the best beds in the village!" So one soldier spent the night in the priest's house, one in the baker's house, and one in the mayor's house.
In the morning, the villagers gathered to say goodbye. "Many thanks to you," the people said, "for we shall never go hungry now that you have taught us how to make soup from stones!"
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Personally, I think that's the principle that's governed Waydale AND the GSC.
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Larry N Moore
Hey Dooj! I think someone just baked me a biscuit to go with my gravy. A little bit on the heavy side (I wonder if it would break glass) but digestible nonetheless. I wonder what color it will come out on the other side. ;)
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this may be the best thread i ever read on GSC. so much here is so hard and heavy, it's a joy to see so many pitch in with a bunch of goofy, silly, clever nonsense. pogo would be proud.
and speaking of pogo, isn't (wasn't?) he a possum? and isn't possum extra-good when it's swimming in gravy?
i love it when a thread comes together.
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Eyesopen
You would totally have to ask Java Jane about that she's the one with the magic possum cook book.
But darn near anything tastes good swimming in gravy!
Even sharks like gravy....
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Larry N Moore
Why do I feel as though I dug myself a hole that Eyes will never let me climb out of? ;)
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doojable
We're happy to oblige and keep you happy while you're at the Cafe, Outfield. ;)
Larry - Do you need any more biscuits?
Eyes, At least sharks in gravy aren't considered toxic...;)
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Ham
Here, biscuits are on me.
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doojable
I hear "Squirrels in Gravy" is mighty fine eatin'...
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*one at a time, one at a time.. you'd think everybody was STARVED here..*
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Eyesopen
MMMMMmmmmm......fill the hole with gravy, add some squirrel bisquits and the shark will be very very happy swimming around!!
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doojable
HEY! That's the Blue Plate Special!
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Eyesopen
Blue BOWL Special...Dontcha know!
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Abigail
Eh, it's okay. The best way to eat squirell is slow cooked in BBQ sauce. Tastes like chicken!
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Ham
Hmmm. For some of you people, EVERYTHING tastes like chicken..
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It might not be a squirrel but it's still for you Mr.Hammeroni.
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and if that doesn't take here's the url.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=cR-sfM4oPt8
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" Friday the thirteenth comes on a Monday this month."
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