Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Hired Hand

Just in time for Thanksgiving, Jones Soda Company is once again breaking through the flavor barrier with their soft drinks.

This year it's bacon.

That sound you just heard were taste buds everywhere, screaming in terror.


A farmer and the hired hand he had recently brought on to help with the harvest were having a fine, full breakfast one day at the height of crop-gathering. They were both busily gulping down coffee, eggs, biscuits, gravy, and all the bacon they could eat.

Thinking of all the work they had to do that day, the farmer remarked, "You know, this is probably going to be our lunch, too." The hired hand just nodded, refilled his plate, and continued eating.

A short time later, the farmer says offhandedly, "We've got so much work to do today, this may well have to be our supper, too."

The hired man grunts his understanding, takes a last few bites, then pushes back from the table, loosens his suspenders and takes off his boots.

"What are you doing?" the farmer asks.

The hired man replied, "I don't work after supper."

[Joe's Clean Laffs]


WORD for YOUR WEEK: This past weekend a friend of mine was curious about the origin of the word, dollop. Turns out it's one of those words where linguists only have a best guess: they suspect it is derived from the Anglo-Saxon word "dallop," which referred to a small patch, clump or tuft of grass. It has come to mean a small amount of something - usually something squishy (such as jam) or a liquid, as in "a dollop of brandy."


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