“You know you don’t need to bring a dead horse every time you want catering right, Jim?”
“Jim has returned! But this time he brought us a live horse…. you think he’s still going to ask us to cater its funeral?”
I love Obvious Plant
Honestly, if I ran a catering business I might put up the same sign. What’s the worst that can happen? 3 horse funerals?
OOOHHHH so THAT’S where that pre-cracked egg comes from. I didn’t know that was a whole joke account and store.
Jim’s coming back?!
Jim had left?
He went out for cigarettes and never came back!
It’s a Lemon Tango moment!
They should have put that one above the second horse funeral.
Jim is the horse
Do they provide written material on ‘How to beat a dead horse’?
Maybe a dummies guide?
LMAOA, that reminded me of one of the teaser clips for that ol’ Supreme Commander 2:
“For You, The Day Bison Graced Your Village Was The Most Important Day Of Your Life. But For Me, It Was TUESDAY”
We really should start celebrating T u e s d a y s.
I heard that line in Bill Wurtz voice for some reason
Truly the voice of several generations.
That comment is basically a whole Bill Wurtz song.
Tuesdays are the most productive day of the week. Not a time for celebration, its business time.
All the more reason to reduce productivity. Flatten the curve, lower expectations. Tuesday is the scab of weekdays. The other days need to strike.
German Tuesday (Dienstag) roughly translates as duty-day (Dienst-Tag), probably not etymologically, but still.
Etymologically, it derives in some way from the Norse-Germanic war god Tyr (akin to French “mardi”, “day of mars”, ig).
Ah yes, the war day. I wonder how many wars started on a Tuesday?
I know that World War I started on a Tuesday so that’s 50% of all world wars right there.
could we celebrate wednesdays instead? tuesdays are my weekly catered drug intervention with my mother.
Throw a dead horse into the mix and we have a party.
You really can’t beat a dead horse as a reason for a party.
It wasn’t Tuesday it was T u e s d a y. I am assuming it’s like a normal Tuesday but in some uncanny valley creepy form.
my bad! on
T u e s d a ys i’m actually totally free so
Finally, someone to cater my horse wedding with drugs on a quiet Tuesday night!
Bye… Bye… 🎶 Lil’ Sebastian… 🎶
I miss him in the saddest fashion.
Where is the catering in this thread?
Do you think they’d cater a horse funeral?
What?? NO! Don’t be silly. Where did you even get such a crazy idea? Are you even serious right now??? I mean, I have no words… A horse funeral, who even does that!
Jim
Wait, what?
Jim is back in town?
Roll up all barrels from the cellar. Today, we feast and drink!
JIM?!?? Oh I have had enough of Jim. What an utter, complete… Wait. Which Jim are we talking about? It’s not Jim with the big D is it? BRB
Horse funerals are not a joke, Jim!
Bye bye lil sebastian
Only T U E S D A Y S
They do horse funerals and horse funerals, but I doubt they’d to horse funerals.
They only do anniversaryies of horse funerals
Only for the first and second year
Ya gotta laugh.
If they bring a mariachi band I’m sold
It would be especially appropriate for a horse funeral were the animal was used to bring contraband over the Sierra Morena or was called Cielito Lindo
I just want mariachi band to play Y Los Cielos on the other side of the door when I’m trying to squeeze out a really tough one, but that would be rude to them and those years are past.
Careful. Read their reviews online and I’m not so sure about this place. They served deviled eggs at the return of Jim and everyone knew Jim hated eggs. Some people argued this was even why Jim left again and didn’t stay returned.
This just unlocked one of my weirdest childhood memories. I played fastpitch softball as a kid, and at one away game the school’s softball field was next to a pasture. During warmups and the first several innings, we watched a guy dig a hole in the pasture. In the second inning or so, we hear a gunshot off in the distance, and the third has a truck dragging a horse corpse to the big hole. The man shoved the horse corpse into the grave, and takes three innings to bury the horse.
At the team huddle after the game, one of my teammates said an eulogy for the horse.
That’s brutal…
I went to a middle school that sat next to a farm. A number of our athletic matches were canceled due to the cows getting out and one was canceled because the farmer shot a coyote on our baseball field & left it.
I think we’ve made some great progress today, don’t you? How does next Tuesday at 11 sound for our follow up.
