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Two Hutterites.......

Yanuck

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Two Hutterites walk into a pet shop in Swift Current and head
directly to the bird section. Jacob, the Preacher, says to John, the Farm Boss, 'Dat's dem.'
The owner comes over and asks if he can help them.
'Yeah, ve'll take four of dem little budgies in dat cage up der,' says John.
The owner puts the budgies in a paper bag. Jacob and John pay for the birds, leave the shop and get into the
colony van and drive over to the train trellis bridge. From the
top of the bridge, John looks down at the 200 -foot drop
and says, 'Dis looks like a grand place.' He takes two birds out of the bag, puts
them on his shoulders and jumps off the bridge. Jacob watches as
John falls all the way to the bottom.
Looking down at the remains of his best pal, Jacob
shakes his head and says: 'Dis budgie jumping is too dangerous fer me.'

PART TWO:

Moments later Isaac, the Hog Boss, arrives up on
the bridge. He's been to the pet shop too and walks up to the
edge of the bridge carrying another paper bag in one hand and
a shotgun in the other. 'Hey, Jacob, vatch dis,' Isaac says. He
takes a parrot from the bag and throws himself off the bridge.
Jacob watches as halfway down, Isaac takes the gun and shoots the parrot.
Isaac continues to plummet until he hits the bottom. Jacob shakes his head and says,
'Ya, und I'm never trying dat parrotshooting either.'

PART THREE:

Jacob is just getting over the shock of losing two
friends when Abe, the Chicken Boss, appears. He's
carrying an old potato sack out of which he pulls a chicken -- one of those old layer hens.
Abe then grasps the chicken by the legs holds it over his
head and hurls himself off the bridge and disappears down and down until he too hits bottom.
Jacob shakes his head in sadness. 'First der vas John wid his budgie jumping, den Isaac
parrotshooting......und now we've lost Abe hengliding.
 
:lol: :lol: I gotta make a copy of that and stick in my pocket- so the next time Poppa Hoot comes into the water hole selling "cheekens"- and trying to bum a few whiskeys, I can whip that out on him....
He'll get a big kick out of it as long as someone buys him his shots... :wink:
 
OOOhhh I didn't want to one finger type this tonght but here goes.....


A young Hutterite left the Colony he grew up on in Alberta. After a few days of wandering aimlessly, not knowing where to go, what to do, he became very hungry.
Spying a ripe barley field, he made tracks to it and proceeded to eat his fill. He also decided to fill his pockets as he didn't know where he might find such a meal again.
Striding back out to the highway and feeling better than he had in several days, he thought he would try "hitchhiking".
The first car to come along just happened to be the local Mounties.
"Where you going boy?"

"Next town"

"Don't you know it's illegal to hitchhike in Alberta?"

"No"

"What you got in your pockets?"

"Barley"

"Where did you get it?"

"That field"

"That your field?"

"No but I was hungry"

So the mounties load him up and take him to the courthouse where he is charged with vagrancy and theft under $5000. The young Hutterite receives a month in prison and is placed in a cell with a huge black man.

"What yo in heah fo boy?"

"I got 30 days for stealing some barley"

"HUH"

After a time the Hutterite worked up enough nerve to ask

"What are you in here for?"

"I gets 30 yeahs fo rape"

At which the Hutterite blurts out, "What you do, eat the WHOLE FRIGGIN' FIELD?"
 
Yanuck said:
Big Muddy rancher said:
To bad nobody south of the 49th or younger then 49 will get that one. :wink: :D

wrong x2 BMR! (I know, misplaced Canadian!) :?

wrong x 1 here...(I'm an almost in Canuckland) :wink: :lol:
 
Oldtimer said:
Yanuck said:
Big Muddy rancher said:
To bad nobody south of the 49th or younger then 49 will get that one. :wink: :D

wrong x2 BMR! (I know, misplaced Canadian!) :?

wrong x 1 here...(I'm an almost in Canuckland) :wink: :lol:


Ok, Ok that was funny Gcreek I'm sure everybody is laughing their heads off. :oops: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
 
I got the jokes too. There is a Hutterite colony not far from were my Aunt & Uncle farm in South Dakota and I was able to tour the colony this past summer.
 
garn said:
I got the jokes too. There is a Hutterite colony not far from were my Aunt & Uncle farm in South Dakota and I was able to tour the colony this past summer.


Hhhmmmm. That could have some interesting connotations . . . . . :wink:
 
garn said:
I got the jokes too. There is a Hutterite colony not far from were my Aunt & Uncle farm in South Dakota and I was able to tour the colony this past summer.

A few years ago the family I worked for in Australia came over for a visit, and we took them for a tour of the local colony, they still say it was one of the best parts of their trip. They were just amazed by it all and the people themselves.
 
Mybe it is just my observation, but it looks to me like the Hutterites, Amish and the Menonites today are no longer interested in farming. There is more money in attracting tourists.
 
Probably falls under the classification of a rural myth but the story was going around a few years ago. A colony in southern Alberta was having problems with their kids venturing out on thin dugout ice in an open, very mild winter. Some of the bosses went out and decided to toss a few sticks of dynamite onto the ice to break it up in an effort to keep the kids off. Seems as soon as they started tossing the sticks one of the ranch dogs jumped out of the truck; tore down into the dugout.......grabbed a stick and come hightailing back with it for a game of fetch. The alarmed Hutts began throwing stones at the dog to head him off & the bewildered dog ducked under the truck..............Seems the colony was in the market for a new dog and a new crew cab truck!! :shock: :shock: :lol:

Quite a story when you hear someone tell it in the Hutterite dialect!!
 

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