On Sun, 03 Apr 2005 05:20:49 -0400, Brian Lawson
wrote:

BIG SNIP

WE decided we had better take him home to his
Mama. That would at least stop the cussing. It took two weeks of
healing before he could come back to school.


Speaking of home to Mama.....Leonard wasn't the brightest guy. In
fact, the whole family combined wouldn't add to an IQ of 101. When
Leonard was in his mid-teens, he had the chore of feeding the horses
and dunging out the stalls at the local dairy, very early in the
morning. I don't think he had ever learned to tie a knot, as he too
often managed to let one or more of the horses out into the alley, and
they would wander into the streets around the dairy. The delivery
guys, much annoyed and worried for the safety of the horses, would
have to chase and catch them before they could get hitched up and away
on their routes. Finally, Leonard was threatened with dire
consequences if he allowed this to happen again. He didn't listen.
Next time it occurred, after the drivers retrieved the horses, they
pulled Leonard's pants down and painted his privates and backsides in
the dairy colour scheme, red and green and black. Leonard was quite
upset, and ran home to Mama, who promptly cleaned off the still tacky
paint with some turpentine.

You could hear Leonard scream for miles.

Probably wasn't too bad until she lit it.....