The BABBQ is Saturday! Right now we have about 40 people that have committed to be there. (Most of the recent add-ons are friends and family of mine who are sporadic readers. They just heard about beer and BBQ and said count me in.) You can still come.
Directions and more info has been sent to those who have registered. We have a few fun things planned for the day, but you can be as active or passive as you like. Just enjoy yourself.
We’re planning a local bar gathering on Friday evening for those who can make it and the BABBQ all day Saturday. There’s been talk of visiting some tourist attractions on Sunday too for those interested.
More information can be found here.
A priest was about to finish his tour of duty, and was leaving his mission in the jungle where he has spent years teaching the natives when he realizes that the one thing he never taught them was how to speak English.
So he takes the chief for a walk in the forest. He points to a tree and says to the chief, ‘This is a tree.’
The chief looks at the tree and grunts, ‘Tree.’
The priest is pleased with the response. They walk a little further and he points to a rock and says, ‘This is a rock.’
Hearing this, the chief looks and grunts, ‘Rock.’
The priest was really getting enthusiastic about the results when he hears a rustling in the bushes. As they peek over the top, he sees a couple of natives in the midst of heavy sexual activity.
The priest is really flustered and quickly responds, ‘Man riding a bike.’
The chief looks at the couple briefly, pulls out his blowgun and kills them.
The priest goes ballistic and yells at the chief that he has spent years teaching the tribe how to be civilized and be kind to each other, so how could he kill these people in cold blood that way?
The chief replied, ‘My bike.’
Enjoy your day and remember to keep off the roads and be darn careful when riding someone else’s bicycle.
Thanks Janet B