Ripley's Believe It or Not by Ripley’s Believe It or Not! for April 13, 2022

Must be the first time an egg laid an egg before it was a chicken.

This is an old story about a German and an Englishman who lived next door to each other. The Englishman owned a hen and each morning would look in his garden and pick up one of his hen’s eggs for breakfast.

One day he looked into his garden and saw that the hen had laid an egg in the Germay’s garden. He was about to go next door when he saw the German pick up the egg. The Englishman, a retired lawyer, ran up to the German and told him that the egg belonged to him because he owned the hen. The German disagreed with the smarty-pants English lawyer because the egg was laid on his property, and surely he should know that possession is 9 points of the law.

They argued for a while until finally the Englishman man said, “In my family when I was growing up, we normally solved disputes by this method: I kick you in the “marbles” and time how long it takes you to get back up, then you kick me in the “marbles” and time how long it takes for me to get up, and whoever gets up quicker wins, in this case winning the egg.”

The German agreed to this and so the Englishman found his steel toed riding boots and put them on, he took a few steps back, then ran toward the German and kicked him as hard as he could. The German fell to the floor clutching his “marbles” howling in agony for 30 minutes and 47 seconds.

Then the German struggled back up and said (gasping for breath), “Okay, now it’s my turn to kick you.”

The Englishman said, “Keep the damn egg.”

Until next time.

Best laugh of the morning!

I’ve been on Mt. Mitchell in the middle of winter. The trees there form rime ice that create the same forms. If you shake a tree thus coated, most of the ice falls off. I’ve also seen rime ice completely fill a self supporting tower.

Seems to be an awful lot of Juhyo in the world these days.

Take care, may eternal optimist/pessimist oscillator Monica “I’m So Glad Mom Resisted The ‘Har’ As The First Part Of My Name” Lewinskord be with you, and gesundheit.

I guess I’ll take a coffin that looks like a can of Coke. My mourners would hate me though.

i once laid an egg that was 4 times the average size

A coffin that looks like a case of cigarettes is very appropriate for a smoker who died of smoking-related disease.

That was some egg-selent work by that chicken.

On his deathbed a wife asks her husband about a closed and locked drawer in his dresser. He gives her the key and says that he put an egg there every time he was unfaithful.

The wife opens the drawer and finds two eggs and thousands of dollars in cash. “OK, two times in 40 years is not that much. But what about the money?”

“Every time I had a full dozen eggs I sold them.”

The KISS coffins are cool.

The craftsmen of Ghana story raises an interesting question: based on your lifestyle, what would your coffin look like? When my mother died, I selected a coffin that had crosses all around it. I thought that was appropriate for her lifestyle of Christian devotion. (It didn’t hurt that that coffin was the cheapest one in the room.) But, momma was devoted to reading her Bible, teaching sunday school and VBS, reading bible stories to her class at school and insisting on having a prayer of blessing before each meal. Truly, the cross always went before her in her life.

Poll question: What is your fantasy coffin?

For me, probably a guitar case

Imagine Calvin at Mt. Zao when it comes to snow goons.

Marsha’s Believe or Not! Things are back to normal, as normal as they ever get, at GoComics!! It seems that the tech problem that was blocking the strips for most of us has been solved. Now we can deal with more urgent matters like Putin’s War on Ukraine and my never-ceasing struggle to lose a few pounds. Hope everyone has a pleasant day.

During the Northridge, CA. earthquake, Henrietta laid an egg like that…

Did the chicken that laid the 3X egg survive?

I once saw examples of these Ghanian “fantasy coffins” on display at a museum somewhere in the States. They were fascinating examples of mortuary folk art. I wonder if orders were placed before or after the death of the “lucky” recipient.

“Yo dawg, I heard you like eggs, so we put an egg in yo egg so you can hatch while you hatch.”

I guess I’ll be buried in a TV box.

I’m going to be cremated, but I’ll pick out a “coffin” here anyway. I’d like a true “coffin” – the kind that you see vampires using – with the “wide” part where the shoulders are. (The rectangular ones in use now are actually caskets). I’d want it black like a vampire’s. My family would not be freaked out, since they know of my love of the TV show “Dark Shadows”, and other things “vampire”.

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