Little grandson asked: "Granddaddy, when you were in the Army and were posted as sentry at night, were you afraid?"
"I was, Sonny, but only until I fell asleep."
An old Dingo starts chasing rabbits and before long, discovers that she's lost. Wandering about, she notices a panther heading rapidly in her direction with the intention of having lunch.
The old Dingo thinks, "Oh, oh! I'm in deep crap now!"
Noticing some bones on the ground close by, she immediately settles down to chew on the bones with her back to the approaching cat. Just as the panther is about to leap, the old Dingo exclaims loudly,
"Boy, that was one delicious panther! I wonder, if there are any more around here?"
Hearing this, the young panther halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees.
"Whew!," says the panther, "That was close! That old Dingo nearly had me!"
Meanwhile, a squirrel who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the panther. So, off he goes.
The squirrel soon catches up with the panther, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the panther.
The young panther is furious at being made a fool of and says, "Here, squirrel, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine!"
Now, the old Dingo sees the panther coming with the squirrel on his back and thinks, "What am I going to do now?," but instead of running, the Dingo sits down with his back to her attackers, pretending she hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old Dingo says...
"Where's that squirrel? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another panther!"
Moral of this story...
Don't mess with the old Dingos... Age and skill will always overcome youth and treachery! Bull crap and brilliance only come with age and experience.
Always root for the Dingo!!
Did the Dingo ever catch the rabbit?
A soldier who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.
Well i am a grandpa and my memories of the war are having bombs dropped on us going into the school cellar which if a bomb had dropped on our school would have been useless living on scraps of food and watching the doodle bugs or V2 flying bombs go over head but the way i see it not a lot has been learned from it we have that many dictators in the world and people killing for more power i think living at the bottom of the world is the best place to be
A man with a very bad hair piece walks into a convenience store and the clerk tries hard not to notice. The man keeps trying to make small talk but the young clerk keeps looking down and mumbling. The man starts talking more loudly and the clerk looks up, clearly trying not to make eye contact for fear of laughing at the man's hair piece. The man finally shouts, "How much do I OWE YOU?" The young clerk says, "Seventeen dollars, fourty-cents. How do you want TO PAY?"
When I worked as a medical intern in a local hospital, one of my patients was an elderly man with a thick accent.
It took me some time to understand that he had no insurance coverage.
One thing he had made clear was that he was a World War II veteran, so I had him transported to the Veteran's Administration hospital, where he'd be eligible for benefits.
The next day my patient was back, with a note from the VA:
"Right war, wrong side."