well as many of you know, i work on my family's sorghum ranch. the other day i was eating lunch with my gramps, age: 91, and some of the ranch hands (gramps calls them "Howdy Doodies"). we were all finishing up some of mom's homemade enchiladas. they are the Howdy Doodies favorite thing that mom makes. this time though, gramps bit down into a chicken bone that had snuck it's way into mom's enchiladas and hurt his mouth. anyway, as we're taking the plates to the well to rinse them, gramps says, "time to go harvest some more Sore Gums".
my God, me and the Howdy Doodies haven't laughed that hard all season.
also there are tons of dogs on the ranch, gramps calls them "devil tornadoes".