snowyday Posted November 27, 2011 Share Posted November 27, 2011 Freckled, shaggy-haired, tall gangling, young mountaineer entered the general store, plunked down $1.50 and said to the lady clerk: “The girl my cousin’s marrin’ tomorrow wants a pair of Nylon stockin’s, size nine, to wear at the weddin.’ “What gauge?†Asked the clerk. “Gauge?†he echoed blankly. “She didn’t say, ma’am, but her pap’s old shotgun looked like a 12-gauge – if that’ll help any.†* * * * from 1943 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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