In an endless field on an endless hill on an endless summer day with a constant temperature of 87 degrees a New Holland 1085 stacker with busted springs in the seat, an airconditioner that dumps water on your head on sidehills, lots of side hills, a malfunctioning hydraulic valve, no radio, constant text messages...
Strangely enough, many people would think of this photo as showing natural beauty of the rural landscape. Of course there are people who blow themselves up for the promise of 72 virgins. I want peace and quiet through out my eternity. If I got stuck forever with 72 virgins I'd want to blow myself up.... Although I do like the giggles, and the pillow fights, and I have been known to have had barbie tea parties, and ooooh snuggles!
I mean if they were your virgins to do whatever you wanted with them... We could have a baseball league-(well slow pitch softball.) Oh, powder puff football, in chocolate pudding! I'm sure one of them would know how to play the fiddle. We could play charades, run around in the dark with glow sticks, have tickle fights...
Kind of like my own continual Benny Hill show for all eternity... Hmm...
I suppose what ever it will be, I will adapt...
I'm sure you all read my blog for photos of no-till corn and not stream of consciousness ramblings from a lazy farmer.
I really need to get a radio in the stacker...
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Maybe if the virgins could repair farm equipment, and run mowers ,tedders, balers and stackers you would rest easy? Imagine 72 virgins in a line hoeing. That would be nice.
ReplyDeleteWell...lunch is over.
Wow! What a fence building crew!!!
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ReplyDeleteThen there is the interpretation that leaves you with 72 hay bales, and describes the eternal terrain as a place of narrow roads and infinite sidehills.
ReplyDeleteThen there is the interpretation that leaves you with 72 hay bales, and describes the eternal terrain as a place of narrow roads and infinite sidehills.
ReplyDeleteThat is my interpretation
Deletemaybe you need to hydrate more, friend, i think you got the heat sickness on you. wait - was there more pix of no till corn? or just hay?
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Have not gotten the chance to see the corn field in daylight. So we just think of hay. Yes indeed, it is the delusional state that comes from driving in endless circles.
DeleteI try to drive clockwise for half the day and anti-clockwise for the other half. If I don't balance it out I get a little loopy. You know, wound too tight or a little loose.
sure. i hear you.
DeleteI married a virgin... let me tell you... I'd rather have two old sluts who know what they're doing than 72 virgins!!
ReplyDeleteRandall, if the subject were open to negotiation, I'd go for a couple adventurous 20 somethings that were height and weight proportional... That would keep things interesting for all eternity!
DeleteI thought a farmer's version of the afterlife involved something about 72 bails of hay and one needle. Or was it 72 needles and one bail of hay? Just remember that somewhere there are at least 72 cows that are grateful for the bails you produce.
ReplyDeleteGrace and peace.
Where would the camel fit in?
DeleteSomehow I think the 70 virgins will turn out to be all nuns retired from teaching at Catholic school.
ReplyDeleteSo crossword puzzles and scrabble for all eternity?
DeleteNorthwest Missouri virgins?
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