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Copy paste from a ferrier ....


I sat down in the cab of my CAT skid steer as I had done hundreds of times before. I fastened my seat belt, lowered the operator armrests, secured the cab door, and deactivated the auto lock, all part of a pre-start up checklist I fly through nearly on autopilot these days. I started the machine and began rumbling out of the barn doors and down the driveway on a mission to bring a new round bale out to all the hungry horses, but this would not be my day...

Unbeknownst to me, hiding in the roof of the skid loader was a three foot long black snake. What wormhole opened up to magically transport him in there is completely beyond my understanding, but there he was. In blissful ignorance, I rattled down the road looking on with anticipation as I jammed out to one of Taylor Swift's latest hits. Agitated with the fact that his house suddenly began to move (or perhaps he did not appreciate my eclectic musical preferences) the snake dropped down out of the ceiling and right down the back of my shirt.

Now, I don't really have a fear of snakes--in fact I feel like they're pretty cool--but when something large starts slithering down the back of your neck (taking the scenic route to your nether regions) you tend to freak out a little. Or a lot...

In this case... I'm not proud.... Sadly, however, when you want to flip your shit the tiny cab of a skid steer, you aren't going to get very far, and your new reptilian friend is not going to be particularly impressed with your interpretive dance moves. The loader bucket in the way of the door opening. The controls were in auto-lock due to having removed myself from the seat to perform a spirited rendition of the Western classic "there's a f**king snake in my pants," and the only way to disengage the control lock out was to sit back down in the seat and strap back in (not a particularly appealing option with the snake now almost completely in my pants and making his way between my legs). I was hopelessly trapped in a level of hell Dante forgot to write about during his book. Calmly panicking as I weighed my options, I noticed the impossibly small emergency escape hatch. Lacking the ability to kill the snake, teleport, or set myself on fire, it seemed to be the only clear choice.

Never before had I taken such great care when unfastening my belt and the top button of my pants and ever so gingerly slide the zipper south. With the snake and I occupying the same underwear, it was my hope that as I exited the skid steer I could kick off my pants and liberate myself from the 10th level of Dante's hell. I pulled the red breakaway handle and carefully shoved the glass outward as I began to inch my way on top of the seat, out the window, and out of my snake infested pants. As if suspended by some sort of invisible cable I managed to levitate (ever so gently) out of the cab and over the engine compartment before making what felt like a ten foot leap into the air and hitting the ground running. I managed to kick off both shoes, part ways with my pants, and fish the snake out of my underwear all while moving like a lightning across the gravel driveway.

As I flung the agitated Nope Rope into the grass, the befuddled and somewhat exasperated faces of my equine companions spoke volumes of the silent judgments they were casting on their half nude pet monkey streaking past their gate. Unflinching they stared on as I continued to make my escape down the driveway shouting a newly invented language. Their rhythmic chewing pausing for only a moment wherein I could almost read their thought bubbles "oh, the poor thing has forgotten how pants work again... Sigh, is the third time this week... We are surely going to hear about this from the neighbors... And this right here is why the house across the street never seems to sell" The cold uncaring gaze from the minis was perhaps the deepest And wound to my pride. "retreating from the thy foe? 'Tis only a pasture noodle... Coward!" It was not a proud day in the house of Kemp...
 
Hahahahhaahhahahah my exact thoughts were "here is a man that not only bought a skid steer for feeding horses, he bought a cat one, and then uses the stereo system to play trailer swift... the least that should attack his lack of balls is a snake" :lol:
 
Did you see that it was pasted from a ferrier? Isn't that an iron worker with his head up a horses ass? No matter how noble the trade in this thread may we remain totally irreverent and irrelevant!
 
Cute,
The funny thing it is not Danish at all.
It was originally Austrian, in fact, we call it a wienerbrød (Viennabread).
Apparently some Danish baker brought it to the US, hence the name.

I just had the brilliant idea of asking Wikipedia.

Here you go:

 
Tourist walks into what is obviously a locals only bar. Not one to catch the hint he grabs a seat. Couple drinks in he notices a huge jar full of $20s . No discretion for this fellow he asks the bartender what's up with all the loot.

Bartender responds, "Look buddy it's a regulars only contest, what you think you got what it takes?"

The drunk Tourist waving a 20 says, "I'm in."

"Now pay attention this contest comes in 3 challenges. First you see that huge ugly mountain of a man in the corner, you gotta knock him out with one punch 👊. 2nd we got the nastiest, meanest junkyard dog out back with rotten tooth that you gotta pull. Finally we got the most wore out tired old whore that you gotta lay pipe to till she climaxes " The bartender instructs.

The tourist spins around on his barstool staggers over to the mountain of a man. He swings for the fence and levels the guy one punch. He staggers back to the bar. He starts knocking back shots and confesses that he's not fond of dogs as he staggers out the back door. The screaming, snarling and thrashing noises that ensue are blood curdling. No sooner than silence began a slight whimper followed by what could only be described as heavy panting and a cooing chortle came from out back.

The drunk Tourist wobbles back in the bar and cries out, "Woo that was rough, that was wild! I don't know if I could do that again. Where did you say that whore with the rotten tooth is?"
 
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Wow I did enough good s%#t to erase my quick recall. Yeah now I get it. With those tickets, I mean stamps you can "take a trip round the world and never leave the farm "
 
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