Third Midget Got Me!

Submitted by Bureau

Friday, 5 July 2013

I'm one of these fellows, these good ole boys, who get along with everybody but the third midget I ever met laughed at me and I nearly hanged her with her kicking my shins.

I met the first guy in a bar and we sat and talked real friendly until he got drunk and fell off the bar stool. I left.

The second time, I think it was his brother, so he comes over and asks me if I'd like dinner at his place so I thought "Yeah, might be nice even if I have to sit on the floor. Plus he was gonna have BBQ, my favorite. So we talked awhile and he got drunk and fell off his stool.

So on Saturday night, I show up at his house and his wife meets me at the door. "So you're the friend of my husband and brother-in-law?"

"Yep, I'm here for BBQ I said with a grin."

"Come over here and look. See your friends all black and blue from the fall from their bar stools. They can't even get outa bed. So come over here to the kitchen."

So I came over and the ceilings I had noticed were pretty low, but I had not seen the ceiling fan.

Still, we had some good talks, jokes etc while the 3 of us were in our beds. Both of them with their backs out and me, scalped and bald as an eagle.

-I.B. Moleturd

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