pascagoulapappy Wrote:
Mar 07, 2013 2:56 PM
I'm reminded of a story recorded by Vance Randolph, the Arkansas folklorist. It seems that an old Ozark mountaineer went to the doctor with an embarrassing complaint.: "Doc, ever time I poot it stinks so bad I jus bout cain't stand it.' "Well, let one rip an we'll see." "P-p-p-poo-oo-oo-oottt!" "Gag! Barf! Bwaap ! Hoo-eee!" "Kin yeh do anythang fer me Doc?" "Well, I'll give you a diet. Twice a day take a pound of limburger cheese, a can of sauerkraut, a half a dozen hard-boiled eggs, two cans of sardines, four cloves of garlic, and a quart of beer." "That might cure me?" "Naw. It ain't a gonna cure you---but it shore might help some !" The sequester might not cure overspending, or the flatulent odor thereof.