I Don’t Remember Dropping the Skunk!

I learned a lot about life growing up on a farm. One day as we were driving to church a family of skunks crossed the road in front of us. My dad slammed on the brakes and shouted. “Grab one of the little ones Ken.” I usually obeyed my dad without question but I remember looking at him like he had lost his mind.

He pushed me toward the skunks. “If you get his back legs off the ground he can’t squirt you. Grab one hurry!”

A Disguise Surprise

Me and My Mom

Me and My Mom

I love my mom!  She is in her 80′s and still going strong.  I love surprising her and making her laugh! Almost every time I go to see her I go in disguise.  It fools her every time.  When you are not expecting to see someone, it is not uncommon not to recognize them. I hope you enjoy this most recent prank I played on my mom.

Thank you mom for your laughter and your love of life!  Continue reading to see a video of the “Disguise Surprise

The Goat Came Back! A True Story, Minus the SWAT Team

I'm Baaaaack!

I’m Baaaaack!

I’m an archery hunter. Like the natives of yesteryear, I never leave anything behind. I eat what I hunt.

In 1992 I took a goat from some of the most dangerous cliffs in Colorado. As soon as I got home I threw a piece of goat meat in a frying pan. Within five seconds my family was in the street gagging, trying to breathe and calling the SWAT team.

Mossy Butts

Author: Hunter S. Thompson

Author: Hunter S. Thompson

After opening the service in our small college chapel with the usual formalities, our guest speaker, an old man with a weathered face stepped to the podium. He wasn’t smiling as he began. “Most of us,” he said, “have moss growing on our butts.”

There was a collective, gasp from the conservative faculty and student body. I am certain the word “butt” had never been uttered within the walls of that little chapel. One of the deans rose halfway from his metal folding chair—then sat back down.