the rock of gibraltar?
So we left the site early today (well, 3:30, instead of leaving around, um, 3:30 because Bob likes leaving early too and we're supposed to go at 4) because Jeff's tunafish & mayonaise lunch disagreed with him, and he'd been ill. So to stem the tide of incipient mayonaise and EZ cheese comments that were on their way to making us have to pull over so he could be sick again, Chris restarted a conversation that she and Jeb had apparently begun in the field, which began with the following three quesitons:
Which is larger, Ft AP Hill, or Rhode Island?
Which is larger, the Sphinx, or the Rock of Gibraltar?
Which is larger, the Rock of Gibraltar, or Gerald Ford?
After sorting this out to our satisfaction (smallest to largest: Gerald Ford, the Sphinx, the Rock of Gibraltar, Ft AP Hill, & Rhode Island) Jeb continued on to quiz Chris about what (of various combinations) she'd rather own. Having gotten all the right answers to his satisfaction, he awarded her the Rock of Gibraltar.
Then Bob got all upset, and said *he* wanted something... and somehow he got the sphinx, and pawned Gerald Ford off on me. (meanwhile, Jeb gave Jeff the *choice* between AP Hill & Rhode Island...) While I was still complaining about being stuck with Gerald Ford (I mean really, what do you *do* with him? And he's got pheumonia!) Bob traded Jeb the Sphinx for the white metal manufacturing and all the gays in Rhode Island... and somehow there was a gay clone of Gerald Ford thrown in. So I traded the real Gerald Ford to Bob for all the gays in Rhode Island, on the theory that while I'd far rather have had the sphinx, that many people have got to be good for something.
Possibly you just had to be there, but I was laughing so hard I cried.
Although it occurrs to me I could have waited until Ford died, and then taken his knucklebones...
Which is larger, Ft AP Hill, or Rhode Island?
Which is larger, the Sphinx, or the Rock of Gibraltar?
Which is larger, the Rock of Gibraltar, or Gerald Ford?
After sorting this out to our satisfaction (smallest to largest: Gerald Ford, the Sphinx, the Rock of Gibraltar, Ft AP Hill, & Rhode Island) Jeb continued on to quiz Chris about what (of various combinations) she'd rather own. Having gotten all the right answers to his satisfaction, he awarded her the Rock of Gibraltar.
Then Bob got all upset, and said *he* wanted something... and somehow he got the sphinx, and pawned Gerald Ford off on me. (meanwhile, Jeb gave Jeff the *choice* between AP Hill & Rhode Island...) While I was still complaining about being stuck with Gerald Ford (I mean really, what do you *do* with him? And he's got pheumonia!) Bob traded Jeb the Sphinx for the white metal manufacturing and all the gays in Rhode Island... and somehow there was a gay clone of Gerald Ford thrown in. So I traded the real Gerald Ford to Bob for all the gays in Rhode Island, on the theory that while I'd far rather have had the sphinx, that many people have got to be good for something.
Possibly you just had to be there, but I was laughing so hard I cried.
Although it occurrs to me I could have waited until Ford died, and then taken his knucklebones...