Hiker's Humor

The Hiker, not to be outdone by AT & Spunky's winter adventures, invited Del Sol to spend a weekend winter camping with him. After setting up camp, enjoying a lovely evening admiring the moonlit, starry night, they were tired and turned in to their tents for a good night sleep with the Hiker having visions of the white squirrel dancing in his head.

The next day was a cold winter day and the Hiker planned to instruct Del Sol how to ice fish while amazing her with his fishing skills. They walked out onto the frozen lake, cut two holes in the ice, dropped in their fishing lines and began waiting for a fish to bite. They were not there long when suddenly WHAM! a large fish hit Del Sol's hook and she pulled in the fish.

The Hiker couldn't believe it but figured it was just luck. But, she dropped in her line and again within just a few minutes pulled in another one.

This went on and on until finally the Hiker couldn't take it any more since he hadn't caught a thing all this time. He said to Del Sol "How on earth are you catching all these fish and I haven't even had so much as a nibble?"

She replied "Roo raf roo reep ra rums rarm."

"What was that?" the Hiker asked.

Again she responded, "Roo raf roo reep ra rums rarm."

"Look," said the Hiker who was more than a little annoyed by this time, "I can't understand a word you are saying."

So, Del Sol spit into her hand and said, "You have to keep the worms
warm!"

 

 

 

Bathroom Commode

The story is told of a lady who was rather old-fashioned, always quite delicate and elegant, especially in her language. She and her husband were planning a week's vacation in Florida, so she wrote to a particular campground asking for a reservation. She wanted to make sure the campground was fully equipped, but didn't quite know how to ask about the toilet facilities. She just couldn't bring herself to write the word "toilet" in her letter. After much deliberation, she finally came up with the old-fashioned term BATHROOM COMMODE. But when she wrote that down, she still thought she was being too forward. So she started all over again, rewrote the entire letter referring to the bathroom commode merely as the BC: "Does the campground have it's own BC?" is what she actually wrote. Well, the campground owner wasn't old-fashioned at all and when he got the letter, he just couldn't figure out what the woman was talking about. That BC business really stumped him. After worrying about it for awhile, he showed the letter to several campers, but they couldn't imagine what the lady meant either. So the campground owner, finally coming to the conclusion that the lady must be asking about the local Baptist Church, sat down and wrote the following reply: Dear Madam:
I regret very much the delay in answering your letter, but I now take pleasure in informing you that a BC is located nine miles north of the campground and is capable of seating 250 people at one time. I admit it is quite a distance away, if you are in the habit of going regularly, but no doubt you will be pleased to know that a great number of people take their lunches along and make a day of it. They usually arrive early and stay late. It is such a beautiful facility and the acoustics are marvelous...even the normal delivery sounds can be heard. The last time my wife and I went was six years ago, and it was so crowded we had to stand up the whole time we were there. It may interest you to know that right now a supper is planned to raise money to buy more seats. They are going to hold it in the basement of the BC. I would like to say it pains me very much not to be able to go more regularly, but it surely is no lack of desire on my part. As we grow old, it seems to be more of an effort, particularly in cold weather. If you do decide to come down to our campground, perhaps I could go with you the first time you go, sit with you, and introduce you to all the other folks. Remember, this is a friendly community.
Sincerely, (Campground Owner) 

 

 

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