Friday was a good day to drink

Weather: Beautiful Still, no rain in sight

Trail Conditions: Ready for a ride

Holy moly did the beer and tiquilia go down good last night.  Why does it taste so much better some days. Never drink when you are pissed I guess, but on the other hand it is better to be mad than sad.  LOL   I don’t want to go into what I was mad about, all I can say is house hunting with your mom can get to be a little much, and it wasn’t mom that got me mad.


A Priest was about to  finish his tour of duty, and was leaving his Mission in the jungle where he had  spent years teaching the natives, when he realized that the one thing he had  never taught them, was how to speak  English.


So he takes the chief  for a walk in the forest.

He  points to a tree and says to the chief, “This is a  tree.”

The chief looks at the  tree and grunts, “Tree.”

The  Priest is pleased with the  response.

They walk a little  further and he points to a rock and says,

“This is a  rock.”

Hearing this, the chief looks and grunts, “Rock.”

The  Priest was really getting enthusiastic about the results when he hears a  rustling in the bushes.

As they peek over the top, he sees a couple of  natives in the midst of heavy sexual activity.

The Priest is really  flustered and quickly responds, “Man riding a bike.”

The chief looks at  the couple briefly, pulls out his blowgun and kills them both.


The Priest  goes ballistic and yells at the chief that he has spent years teaching the tribe  how to be civilized and kind to each other, so how could he kill these people in  cold blood that way?

The chief replied, “My bike.”

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