One day it rained so hard that, even after it stopped, there was a puddle at the corner of Alamo Street and Texas Avenue. Billy-Bob Gautama got his fishing pole, dropped a line into the puddle, and made like he was fishing. Johnny Nogg came by, saw him, and said, “Hey, Goat, how many have you caught?” Billy-Bob looked up and said, “You’re the eleventh.”
Texas Wisdom #14
July 30th, 2009 by skzb · 3 Comments
Tags: Steve · Texas Wisdom
3 responses so far ↓
1 Dennis // Jul 30, 2009 at 8:48 am
I think I just became Enlightened.
2 Michael // Jul 30, 2009 at 12:18 pm
Texas Wisdom #14 made me smile. @1 made me laugh out loud. =^D
3 schmwarf // Jul 30, 2009 at 6:09 pm
I’m beginning to wonder if BBG is a Texas native.
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