Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Housekeeper was  around today. She bragged about her first attempt to stir fry duck.

I suppose that the bragging was a good thing, symbolizing as it did her first ever attempt to cook duck in any manner. One of her husbands bosses has started a guide business. His clientele seem to be wealthy enough that the game is immaterial, it is the hunt and the shooting ability that is paramount.

So. She and hubby get the game – not even field dressed – and they now have a freezer full of duck. The guide has warned them of the keeper limits for the State and they are careful of not exceeding those.

The guide brought around a list of jokes, it seems. Housekeeper said that a line at the bottom of the list of jokes said: It is very hard to please people all the time; it is very easy to piss them off.

And then she told me a joke off the paper (the only one she said she remembered). It seemed that a Liberal walked toward the front doors of the bank. On the way he passed a black child sitting on the curb. man entered the bank, did his business and left.

As he was leaving he noticed the child on the curb, nodded and the child looked up and asked: “Any change?”

To which the man said; “No. You’re still black.”

That was the last thing she said as she was leaving this morning and that’s been hours ago. I’m still mulling that one over. The social implications, mind set and even the ability to conceive the story (I’m not sure it could be called a joke), staggers me.

Well, anyway, the following was gathered from Ask Bob. He publishes a newletter. This is from his Geekly Updates.

Khaled Fattah and his friend figured out a way to hack ATMs using only the keypad on the cash machine. Fattah’s trick caused the machine to spit out $400, while debiting the account for only $20. The amount of cash the pair was able to withdraw before getting caught: $400,000. Using your own ATM card to commit bank fraud: Priceless.

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From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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