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MaggieL · 09-15-2002, 09:42 AM

Reminds me of the story about the guy who was sitting fishing by a country creek from a small bridge.

A fairly sizable truck pulls up to the bridge and stops. The driver gets out with a baseball bat, hammers with it rapidly on the side of the truck for a minute, hops back in.

He then drives halfway across the bridge, stops again, and repeats the treatment on the side of the truck, hops back in and drives t o opposite side.

The guy hails the driver and asks "What was all that about?"

The driver replies: "The weight limit on thebridge is two tons, and I've got three tons of chickens in this here truck..."

09-15-2002, 09:42 AM	#5
MaggieL in the Hour of Scampering Join Date: Jan 2001 Location: Jeffersonville PA (15 mi NW of Philadelphia) Posts: 4,060	Reminds me of the story about the guy who was sitting fishing by a country creek from a small bridge. A fairly sizable truck pulls up to the bridge and stops. The driver gets out with a baseball bat, hammers with it rapidly on the side of the truck for a minute, hops back in. He then drives halfway across the bridge, stops again, and repeats the treatment on the side of the truck, hops back in and drives t o opposite side. The guy hails the driver and asks "What was all that about?" The driver replies: "The weight limit on thebridge is two tons, and I've got three tons of chickens in this here truck..." __________________ "Neither can his Mind be thought to be in Tune,whose words do jarre; nor his reason In frame, whose sentence is preposterous..."