Rambling on the Forgotten Fortuneless

Ted got on the bad side of Pope Francis when he didn’t smell like his sheep and even failed to identify a picture of a four footed mutton.

Rambling on the Pilferers of Port

The second idea started with a pair of roller skates, some rope and an Acme Rocket Sled.

Modesty and decorum be darned, they’re playing the “She’s too Fat for Me Polka.”

“Leaving a trail of slime wherever he went…”

“…he can’t polka and no one has ever seen him drink.”

The ladies had overlooked the first tradition of Sherman County, beer equals bravery.

“God gave you fingers if there’s something in your nose.”

“How’s everyone feel about beanie weenies?”

For those who don’t know what a Polka Mass is, go to a Spanish Mass and pretend they’re singing in Polish; same thing.

All of the area children six and under were immediately called to police headquarters to ascertain their smoking habits.