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I was riding on the top rail of a stake sided flat bed truck full of fresh wet manure and my dear dad popped the clutch. I never rode like that again.
 
hey bullfrog, what did it taste like? when we worked cattle by the end of the day the coral would get pretty slippery, no what I mean. the ground crew would have it all over us. so one time when we were all pretty stanky, I asked for tortilla chips, everyone stopped working and looked funny at me. finally one old cowboy said, "what the hell do you want tortilla chips for we still got a lot of work to do?" I told him I wanted to get some of this guacamole off my pants. that busted everybody up, the old cowboy was laughing so hard I thought he was going to fall off his horse. highdesertranger
 
Optimistic Paranoid said:
Cleaning stalls is one thing.  I grew up on an old fashioned farm.  We had to load the manure pile into a manure spreader every spring so it could go onto the fields.

I had the 'pleasure' of pulling the spreader.  Had to travel about a mile on the hiway to get to one of our fields.  Some driver came up behind me, angry that I was going slow and he couldn't see to get around me, tailgated and started blowing his horn.  Reached back and yanked the lever  :cool:

 -- Spiff
 
highdesertranger said:
hey bullfrog,  what did it taste like?  when we worked cattle by the end of the day the coral would get pretty slippery,  no what I mean.  the ground crew would have it all over us.  so one time when we were all pretty stanky,  I asked for tortilla chips,  everyone stopped working and looked funny at me.  finally one old cowboy said,  "what the hell do you want tortilla chips for we still got a lot of work to do?"  I told him I wanted to get some of this guacamole off my pants.  that busted everybody up,  the old cowboy was laughing so hard I thought he was going to fall off his horse.  highdesertranger
Taste didn't bother me as I had enough time to close my mouth, but when I tried to breathe it got sucked up my nose.  Almost 50 years ago and it still bothers me, I guess I got a case of PTSD farm boy style.
 
Optimistic Paranoid said:
Cleaning stalls is one thing.  I grew up on an old fashioned farm.  We had to load the manure pile into a manure spreader every spring so it could go onto the fields.

Sometimes I'm glad I growed up a city boy
 
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