Since football season is upon us..........
The coach had put together the perfect team for the New Orleans Saints. The only thing missing was a good Quarterback. He had scouted all the colleges and even The Canadian and European Leagues, but he couldn't find a ringer who could ensure a Super Bowl victory.
Then one night, while watching CNN, he saw a war-zone Scene in Afghanistan. In one corner of the background, He spotted a young Afghan Muslim soldier with a truly Incredible arm. He threw a hand-grenade straight into a window from 80 yards away. Then, he threw another from 50 yards down a chimney, and then hit a passing car going 80 miles per hour. "I've got to get this guy!" coach said to himself. "He has the perfect arm!"
So, he brings the young Afghan to the States and teaches him the great
game of football ....... And sure enough the Saints go on to win the Super Bowl.
The young Afghan is hailed as a hero of football, and when the coach asks
him what he wants, all the young man wants to do is call his mother.
"Mom," he says into the phone, "I just won the Super Bowl!"
"I don't want to talk to you," the old Muslim woman says. "You deserted us.
You are not my son."
"Mother, I don't think you understand," pleads the son, "I've just won the
greatest sporting event in world!"
"No! Let me tell you," his mother retorts. "At this very moment, there are
gunshots all around us. The neighborhood is a pile of rubble. Your two
brothers were beaten within an inch of their lives last week, and I have to
keep your sister in the house so she doesn't get raped!"
The old lady pauses, then tearfully says, " I will never forgive you for
making us move to New Orleans!"
Sadly, pretty close to the truth. We used to love New Orleans. Went there for our honeymoon. Now it's a cesspool.
tell me about it while I was down there during the katrina clean-up effort. I was told one time . that I was a yankee because I was from north of the lake (lake pontchartrain) by a coon a$$. I told him I was from arkansas and he still told me I was a yankee. When i got to the northshore of the lake. I asked a guy that worked with us from slidell about it. He told me crazy starts at the end of the bridge on the southside. I never argued with him about it.:)
When I was stationed in Ft. Polk I could never figure out what those damnedo banjo folks were saying. Kind of a cajun/french dialect with a southern draw...... weird, even for me.
I'll wrestle an alligator, kick a bear in the balls, and bite a snake, but New Orleans scares the hell outta me.
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