I need to hear a good new joke

Here at Fort Sagebrush the snow is so deep.

How deep is it you ask?

Well, this morning I went out to plow, and I’m not sure if I’ve found a rope or lost my horse.
 
Yup I reckon
 

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This goes along with the great sourdough cinnamon rolls Sharon mad for our breakfast today.
Just what we needed after our positive Covid test week and half ago.

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They turned out the best.After a lot of previous try's ,we finally have a good recipe.

Thanks to Monte for passing along the recipe.
Frank
 
Frank, so sorry you and Sharon were hit with Covid. Hopefully you’re experiencing a complete recovery with no after affects! …and the cinnamon rolls looked tasty great!
 
My face in the mirror isn't wrinkled or drawn;
My house isn't dirty, the cobwebs are gone.
My garden looks lovely and so does my lawn;
I think I might never put my glasses back on.
 
Wandering Sagebrush said:
Frank, so sorry you and Sharon were hit with Covid. Hopefully you’re experiencing a complete recovery with no after affects! …and the cinnamon rolls looked tasty great!
Thanks Steve .We started the Paxlovid right away and it took care of it.
The cinnamon rolls helped. That is a great recipe.
Frank
 
My joke today is one I just posted in the Acoustic thread with no explanation. I will explain it here however. Today I told an AI lyric generator to write a blues song about farting and got this:
**Gasoline Blues**

Verse 1:
Woke up this morning, feeling kinda low,
Something was rumbling deep down below,
I had me some beans and a late-night snack,
Now my belly's talking, it's time to react.

Chorus:
Oh, I got them Gasoline Blues,
My rear-end feels like it's gonna blow a fuse,
It's a stinky situation, can't deny,
Gotta let it out, ain't no use to cry.

Verse 2:
Sitting on my stool, trying to play the blues,
But my mind's all foggy from those toxic fumes,
I try to concentrate, but it's hard to find,
The right melody when my butt's on my mind.

Chorus:
Oh, I got them Gasoline Blues,
My rear-end feels like it's gonna blow a fuse,
It's a stinky situation, can't deny,
Gotta let it out, ain't no use to cry.

Bridge:
Well, I tried to hold it in, with all my might,
But my body's rebelled, it's a natural fight,
When the music's rolling, and the crowd's all packed,
I'll let it rip, and hope they cut me some slack.

Verse 3:
Now the room's a-rockin' with a toxic scent,
Everybody's staring, wondering where it went,
I apologize, with a sheepish grin,
Blame it on the chili, that I had to dig in.

Chorus:
Oh, I got them Gasoline Blues,
My rear-end feels like it's gonna blow a fuse,
It's a stinky situation, can't deny,
Gotta let it out, ain't no use to cry.

Outro:
So if you're feeling gas, don't hold it all in,
Let the notes fly and embrace the sin,
Cause when the music's playing, ain't no need to hide,
Let those Gasoline Blues fuel your ride.
 

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