|02-05-2011, 09:58pm||#22 (permalink)|
Barn Stall Owner #2112
Join Date: Jan 2011
Location: East Aurora N.Y.
Thanked 4,525 Times in 2,837 PostsGameroom Barn Bucks: $2872184
|02-06-2011, 12:34pm||#24 (permalink)|
A Real Barner
Join Date: Oct 2009
Location: San Antonio, Texas
Thanked 1,622 Times in 950 PostsGameroom Barn Bucks: $1273959
Lookit here son, I say son, did ya see that hawk after those hens? He scared 'em! That Rhode Island Red turned white. Then blue. Rhode Island. Red, white, and blue. That's a joke, son. A flag waver. You're built too low. The fast ones go over your head. Ya got a hole in your glove. I keep pitchin' 'em and you keep missin' 'em. Ya gotta keep your eye on the ball. Eye. Ball. I almost had a gag, son. Joke, that is."
"[the cat is trying to get the worm out of the ground with a tire pump]
Foghorn Leghorn: What're you d... I say, what're you doin' with a pump, pumpin' for oil? You're crazy boy! There's no oil in this ground!
[knocks the cat down]
Foghorn Leghorn: Stand up, son. You're fallin' all over yourself. There's no oil five-hundred miles o' here! Geology, the ground's all wrong! Even if there was oil, you'd need a drill not a tire pump!
[the cat steps on a rake and gets knocked down]
Foghorn Leghorn: Oh, you're down again. You gotta learn to stand on your own feet, boy. I may not always be around to help ya. [walks away]
Foghorn Leghorn: Boy's got a mouth like a cannon, always shootin' it off."
Foghorn Leghorn: That boy's as thick as a whale sandwich.
Foghorn Leghorn: She remi - I say, she reminds me of Paul Revere's ride. A little light in the belfry.
Foghorn Leghorn: Gal reminds me of the highway between Fort Worth and Dallas. No curves.
Foghorn Leghorn: I got, I say I got this boy as fidgety as a bubble dancer with a slow leak