Dan, you need an uppercase blog.

:^)

Thanks Tiff but I wouldn’t know how to start a blog. I like lightening up the atmosphere here every so often. It tends to get MEAN here (and the caps were intentional). I wonder how many people will get the real joke here.

Something to do with Franklin, who wanted the national bird to be the turkey instead of the eagle? What I don’t get though is how an eagle can ever be more plump than a turkey. Maybe it’s my gender:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/4413790.stm _
Or is that gander.

hhp

We don’t put up with no STINKIN’ jokin’ around here man!

ChrisL

Hrant the Puritan dinner with the Indians occured about 300 years before Ben Franklin and his desire to make the turkey the national bird. There wasn’t even a nation.

But the joke was written since Franklin, right? Whatever. You meanie.

hhp

That is Stan Freberg’s genius, he takes things out of context. That is the gist of his jokes.

http://freberg.8m.com/read_it.html

If you want to read about other Stan Freberg titles

Would the indians and pilgrims have Real American Soup for part of the meal? :-)

ChrisL

My all time fav of his is ” St. George and the Dragon-Net”, a parody on the original Dragnet show from the 50s.

ChrisL

For Chris: *Dummm da dum dummm…. dummm da-dum dum dummm….*

Narrator: The legend you are about to hear is true, only the needle should be changed to protect the record.

*Dummm da dum dummm…. dummm da-dum dum dummm….*

St. George: This is the countryside, my name is St. George, I’m a knight. Saturday, July 10th, 8:05 p.m. I was working out at the castle out on the night watch when a call came in from the chief: A dragon had been devouring maidens. Homicide. My job: Slay ‘em.

*Dummm da dum dummm…. *

St. George: You call me chief?

Chief: Yes, the dragon again, devouring maidens. The kings daughter may be next.

St. George: Mmmhmm…You got a lead?

Chief: …eeh, Nothing much to go on. Say did you take that 45 automatic into the lab to have them check on it?

St. George: Yeah, you were right.

Chief: I was right?

St. George: Yeah, it was a gun

*Budumm budumm dumm da-dummmm*

St. George: 8:22 p.m. I talked to one of the maddens who had almost been devoured.

*knock knock knock* [door opens]

St. George: Could I talk to you Maam?

Madden: who er you?

St. George: I’m St. George maam. Homicide maam. I want to ask you a few questions maam. I understand you were almost devoured by the maam is that right dragon?

Madden: It was terrible, he breathed fire on me, he burned me already!

St. George: How can I be sure of that maam.

Madden: Believe me, I got it straight from the dragon’s mouth!

*Dummm dummm dum dum da-dummmm!*

St. George: 11:45 p.m. I rode over to the kings highway, I saw a man, I stopped to talk to him. Pardon me sir, could I talk to you for just a minute sir?

Nave: Sure I don’t mind.

St. George: What do you do for a living?

Nave: I’m a nave.

St. George: Didn’t they pick you up on a 903 last year for stealing tarts?

Nave: Yeah, so what do you want make a federal case out of it?

St. George: No sir. We heard there was a dragon operating in this neighborhood. We just wanted to know if you’d seen him.

Nave: Sure I’ve seen him.

St. George: Mmhmm, could you describe him for me?

Nave: What’s to describe, you see one dragon you’ve seen ‘em all!

St. George: Would you try and remember sir, just for the record. We just want to get the facts sir.

Nave: Well, he was, you know, he had orange polkadots…

St. George: Yes sir.

Nave: …purple feet, breathing fire and smoke,

St. George: mmmhmm

Nave: …and one big bloodshot eye, right in the middle of his forehead, and uh, like that.

St. George: Notice anything unusual about him?

Nave: No, he’s just the run of the mill dragon, you know.

St. George: Mmhmm, yes sir, you can go now.

Nave: Hey, hey! by the way, how you gonna catch him?

St. George: I thought you’d never ask. A dragon net.

*Dummmmmm duuummmm dum dumm dummmmmmmmmm….*

St. George: 3:05 p.m. I was riding back in to the courtyard to make my report to the lab, then it happened.

*Du-dummmm*

*Roar!*

St. George: It was the dragon

Dragon: Hey, I’m da fire breden dragon, you must be St. George right?!

St. George: Yes sir.

Dragon: I see you got one of those new 45 caliber soards

St. George: That’s about the size of it.

Dragon: Wuhaaahahayayahaaaagh, you slay me!

St. George: That’s what I came here to talk to you about.

Dragon: Wuh do yuh mean?

St. George: I’m take’n you in on a 502, you figure it out.

Dragon: What’s the charge.

St. George: Devouring maddins out of season.

Dragon: OUT OF SEASON! YOU’LL NEVER PIN THAT RAP ON ME, DO YOU HEAR ME, COP!

St. George: Yeah. I hear ya. I got you on a 412 to.

Dragon: A 412! WHAT’S A 412!!

St. George: Overacting. Let’s go.

*Dumm du-dummm, dum da-dum da-dum*

Narrator: On September the 5th the dragon was tried and convicted. His fire was put out and his madden devouring license revoked. Maden devouring out of season is punishable by a term of not less than 50 or more than 300 years.

*Dumm du-dummm, Dummm, Dummm Dummmmmmmm…*

LOL!!!

Thanks man, I needed that!!!

ChrisL