tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72936744293845223012024-03-17T00:30:30.793-04:00StorytellerStoryteller.pw is a web portal that publishes weird stories, unbiased reviews, and unpopular opinions.Storytellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735087642319244533noreply@blogger.comBlogger516125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293674429384522301.post-17907239851246643822024-03-17T00:30:00.019-04:002024-03-17T00:30:00.154-04:00☘️ Shaun, the Leprechaun, and the Bananas?<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8c2vuXNkGVyueDu_gP7i8fZpaN3W6WADzWrID2ajdHhnjtKkYTTvnHt0wkQWPyvDZkzLlf333VZoZbePtoCu2efcZ1Z-HHeHbAePnag_86MqF8K6577kW1AqGVqdzuEAhRp0nDWSEXeyku2x1rIY1BBeCloIcsSFsMtkpvo-oEUpoBgNHyfTYCITx/s1200/leprechungold.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="786" data-original-width="1200" height="420" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8c2vuXNkGVyueDu_gP7i8fZpaN3W6WADzWrID2ajdHhnjtKkYTTvnHt0wkQWPyvDZkzLlf333VZoZbePtoCu2efcZ1Z-HHeHbAePnag_86MqF8K6577kW1AqGVqdzuEAhRp0nDWSEXeyku2x1rIY1BBeCloIcsSFsMtkpvo-oEUpoBgNHyfTYCITx/w640-h420/leprechungold.jpg" width="640"></a>
</td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They say St. Patrick drove the snakes out of Ireland. I wonder if he could do that for Congress.<span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://www.storyteller.pw/2024/03/shaun-leprechaun-and-bananas.html#more"></a>Storytellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735087642319244533noreply@blogger.com0Ireland53.779755400000013 -7.305530925.469521563821168 -42.4617809 82.089989236178866 27.8507191tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293674429384522301.post-43862551787433055252024-03-12T01:00:00.039-04:002024-03-12T01:00:00.146-04:00🐺 The Zoomer that Cried Wolf!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Ny8zC98IzCSkLT1QCZdav5U833nPVnLdulEOkdXoWU6A-H7GdGQcJ0BVj9cXa-RQQ1iipGv8oW6jyrbsBj3O5iguJc1R88TGkaau4Y4mq0cGz20nj5tt03PsnttARmSGrtddwIvL_ZN5lbGSLhb6aB-ppSj5vKEOzmXEr5uQWTSePxqb7ijzagbWORc/s1280/MEME_Zoomer_wolf3.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="839" data-original-width="1280" height="420" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Ny8zC98IzCSkLT1QCZdav5U833nPVnLdulEOkdXoWU6A-H7GdGQcJ0BVj9cXa-RQQ1iipGv8oW6jyrbsBj3O5iguJc1R88TGkaau4Y4mq0cGz20nj5tt03PsnttARmSGrtddwIvL_ZN5lbGSLhb6aB-ppSj5vKEOzmXEr5uQWTSePxqb7ijzagbWORc/w640-h420/MEME_Zoomer_wolf3.png" width="640"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">What did the Big Bad Wolf do after his workout? He huffed and he puffed.</span><span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://www.storyteller.pw/2024/03/zoomer-that-cried-wolf.html#more"></a>Storytellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735087642319244533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293674429384522301.post-77098414224138203342024-03-06T00:30:00.050-05:002024-03-06T00:30:00.138-05:00🆚 NSFW: Virgin vs. Chad<p></p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-MOnIKpw72FgH2sHapvyIUebARo1GQPLyFx-6x1lQUnDnCaZx8HH9ET3xN3DRwdeXSqdgbn5hA92J0NtMh5PaUG9XcA_PeaHf4mYS1ip9VdXwdOzKv6MKRFgnwBg_xIK24fH96HtRn6y9nY6bo-9I0AII7nC9LmltegGMVtSkaCnhZ-QeJa0oyrLxSes/s1280/MEME_CHAD_VIRGIN1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="1280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-MOnIKpw72FgH2sHapvyIUebARo1GQPLyFx-6x1lQUnDnCaZx8HH9ET3xN3DRwdeXSqdgbn5hA92J0NtMh5PaUG9XcA_PeaHf4mYS1ip9VdXwdOzKv6MKRFgnwBg_xIK24fH96HtRn6y9nY6bo-9I0AII7nC9LmltegGMVtSkaCnhZ-QeJa0oyrLxSes/s16000/MEME_CHAD_VIRGIN1.png"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">Today I bought extra virgin olive oil. After I used it it was just olive oil.<span></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://www.storyteller.pw/2024/03/nsfw-virgin-vs-chad.html#more"></a>Storytellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735087642319244533noreply@blogger.com05GW9M9JC+6V-11.3194851 27.3721577-28.620544541452965 9.7940326999999989 5.9815743414529674 44.9502827tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293674429384522301.post-2869720761527161222024-02-28T01:30:00.033-05:002024-02-28T01:30:00.141-05:00🍻 NSFW: Bob and Frank Enjoying Beers<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX3nVHAsYkr3SZRNds8cdWKPc2wACOjbgpbVDT4BsQQGPaC0Zeme1U1nFMw9QKC77_ZtSDOVBNvYYPqB3fUvVPGrMK0Ym8uRMJksBWFJ57ROgzK33hfHgSvKcgu45yMJutKOVeFeeWZU3WhKVxDSF1FGkUkN95QFTsFkge1PDP1bIa3aanBPEvM1uc/s1500/BobFrankBeers.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"><img border="0" data-original-height="965" data-original-width="1500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX3nVHAsYkr3SZRNds8cdWKPc2wACOjbgpbVDT4BsQQGPaC0Zeme1U1nFMw9QKC77_ZtSDOVBNvYYPqB3fUvVPGrMK0Ym8uRMJksBWFJ57ROgzK33hfHgSvKcgu45yMJutKOVeFeeWZU3WhKVxDSF1FGkUkN95QFTsFkge1PDP1bIa3aanBPEvM1uc/s16000/BobFrankBeers.jpg"></span></a>
</td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">And it's not Bud Light!</span><span style="color: #fcff01;"></span></td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://www.storyteller.pw/2024/02/nsfw-bob-and-frank-enjoying-beers.html#more"></a>Storytellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735087642319244533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293674429384522301.post-61597275849166877772024-02-21T00:30:00.013-05:002024-02-21T00:30:00.129-05:00🥞 NSFW: Pancakes<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/88/Eating_Pancakes_(Unsplash).jpg/1024px-Eating_Pancakes_(Unsplash).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="800" height="534" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/88/Eating_Pancakes_(Unsplash).jpg/1024px-Eating_Pancakes_(Unsplash).jpg" width="800"></a>
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</td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ea9999;">Relationships are a lot like algebra. Have you ever looked at your X and wondered Y?</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></p><br><a href="https://www.storyteller.pw/2024/02/true-romance.html#more"></a>Storytellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735087642319244533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293674429384522301.post-79542495872113631662024-02-10T00:00:00.003-05:002024-02-10T00:00:00.131-05:00🐉 NSFW: Chinese New Year<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="958" data-original-width="1500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_PRiSXQqDTcIudpSciHb6I3086u43PypIjUWiC6XlUUA-axfblOlW8QNWnbkV3y71GfePRLYyAFepi0julnSPi410XyNFl07FzUzWc7SaY8hS9H5SAJ08QSkV4NUkJWtugZ3x4v4C4uXMM0-ZGne6D9I0m8h0ws4k3KCA0a6-dYJUfRYvR9GvlbC/s16000/chinese_new_year24.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #ffa400;">Happy Chinese New Year. Because the regular new year has already proven to be an irredeemable failure.</span></td></tr></tbody></table> </p><p><span> </span>It was Chinese New Year, and it happened to be the year of the dragon. According to Chinese tradition, those born during the year of the dragon are considered lucky. In Shanghai, there lived a 47-year-old Chinese man who was born during the year of the dragon, giving him the nickname "Dragon Baby."</p><p>He lived in a fancy loft and had an abundance of wealth, fancy cars, and hot babes. However, he was depressed as he wasn't truly happy with his fancy life.</p><p>His depression became worse after his cat died because his Korean butler thought it tasted good. So consequently, the man fired his butler, leaving him truly alone with no family except his sister who lived in San Francisco. </p><p>The man wanted to call her but couldn't do so directly through an international line. Therefore, he decided to call an operator for assistance.</p><p><br /></p><p>Caller: Hello, can I speak to Annie Wan?</p><p>Operator: Yes, you can speak to me.</p><p>Caller: No, I want to speak to Annie Wan!</p><p>Operator: You are talking to someone! Who is this?</p><p>Caller: I'm Sam Wan. And I need to talk to Annie Wan! It's urgent.</p><p>Operator: I know you are someone and you want to talk to anyone! But what's this urgent matter about?</p><p>Caller: Well... just tell my sister Annie Wan that our brother Noel Wan was involved in an accident. Noel Wan got injured and now Noel Wan is being sent to the hospital.</p><p>Operator: Look if no one was injured and no one was sent to the hospital, then the accident isn't an urgent matter! You may find this hilarious but I don't have time for this!</p><p>Caller: You are so rude! Who are you?</p><p>Operator: I'm Saw Lee.</p><p>Caller: Yes! You should be sorry. Now give me your name!!</p><p><br /></p><p>Frustrated at the operator he hangs up.</p><p>But why did the Chinese man hang up?</p><p>Because he Wang the Wong number.</p><p>Okay, moving on to the story.</p><p><br /></p><p>With no luck reaching his sister, he had no choice but to travel abroad to a distant foreign land called California.</p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span>So after 50 years of living in Shanghai, he traveled to San Fransico to meet his sister face-to-face. He hasn't seen her in a long time and they were finally happy to see each other again after so many years. She suggested they he should move into her neighborhood in Chinatown.</p><p>So, he went through the immigration system to become a natural citizen.</p><p>However, he couldn't afford to move in directly to Chinatown, so he bought a home on a very small piece of land near Russian Hill.</p><p>Then a friendly Californian neighbor decided to walk across the street and welcome the new guy after hearing the news.</p><p>He goes next door, but on his way up the driveway, he sees the Chinese man running around his front yard, chasing about 10 hens.</p><p>Not wanting to interrupt these 'Chinese customs,' he decides to put the welcome on hold for the day.</p><p><br /></p><p>Next day he decides to try again, but just as he is about to knock on the front door, he looks through the window and sees him urinate into a glass and then drink it.</p><p>Not wanting to interrupt another 'Chinese custom', he decides to put the welcome on hold for yet another day.</p><p><br /></p><p>A day later he decides to give it one last go, but on his way next door, he sees the neighbor leading a bull down the driveway and then put his left ear next to the bull's butt.</p><p>The Californian dude couldn't handle it, so he goes up to the Chinese man and says, "Jeez man, what the hell is it with your Chinese customs? I come over to welcome you to the neighborhood and see you running around the yard after hens. The next day you are pissing in a glass and drinking it and then today you have your head so close to that bull's butt, it could just about shit on you."</p><p>The Chinese man is very aback and says, "Sorry sir, you no understand, these no Chinese customs I am doing, these are American Customs."</p><p>'What do you mean' says the neighbor, "Those aren't American customs."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Yes they are, man at travel agent tell me," replied the Chinese man. "He say to become true American, I must learn to chase chicks get piss drunk and listen to bull-shit!"</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Image: Storyteller</p>
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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio8_-XqSwjVYiF1vw56wo_V1J4_Q7iN_C23Wlqe_PcMSTdEbuXgR_qHngNicY4DgoeMqNB-tm1J6LJ7aecBA_gSDLMdPzMeW7_xb_2eo4szAy63bpu7_rakjCrmurjZ0NYc4evCNzVIYVElyijoRq2KaUoW2H0NR5inUaEvYEY3ci2Ao_KKCgi10gImSQ/s1280/Parrot3.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="836" data-original-width="1280" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio8_-XqSwjVYiF1vw56wo_V1J4_Q7iN_C23Wlqe_PcMSTdEbuXgR_qHngNicY4DgoeMqNB-tm1J6LJ7aecBA_gSDLMdPzMeW7_xb_2eo4szAy63bpu7_rakjCrmurjZ0NYc4evCNzVIYVElyijoRq2KaUoW2H0NR5inUaEvYEY3ci2Ao_KKCgi10gImSQ/w640-h418/Parrot3.png" width="640"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #04ff00;">“I don’t know if I should be impressed or concerned that the parrot knows so many curse words.”<span></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://www.storyteller.pw/2024/01/nsfw-defective-parrot.html#more"></a>Storytellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735087642319244533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293674429384522301.post-66846239732611594322024-01-17T01:00:00.022-05:002024-01-24T20:52:12.741-05:00🔥 NSFW: Poor Dave<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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</td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #04ff00;">Maybe if we start telling people the brain is an app they will start using it.<span></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://www.storyteller.pw/2024/01/nsfw-poor-dave.html#more"></a>Storytellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735087642319244533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293674429384522301.post-49994951433546048222024-01-12T01:00:00.001-05:002024-01-12T01:00:00.128-05:00🐘 The White Elephant<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_togP9_ceUsDxTQPyCCkXso6PzLMlk3WLr27QvjsxuCn4QB2t2Dh6V4HROjgcjSghZeDg8RFBv21z01kpCFSdKQhsfPN3prvKIHbu7axwfZtb23xc8rfG061vbRPfkaAghmUGOkrFsdwCMYbBMPt1UF9WWrDAL8JiWY6VADYOxyxVEmo4c1OGIFUs/s1300/Me4.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="1300" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_togP9_ceUsDxTQPyCCkXso6PzLMlk3WLr27QvjsxuCn4QB2t2Dh6V4HROjgcjSghZeDg8RFBv21z01kpCFSdKQhsfPN3prvKIHbu7axwfZtb23xc8rfG061vbRPfkaAghmUGOkrFsdwCMYbBMPt1UF9WWrDAL8JiWY6VADYOxyxVEmo4c1OGIFUs/w640-h426/Me4.jpg" width="640"></a>
</td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i style="text-align: left;">You wonder my elephants are always so broke because they work for peanuts.<span></span></i></td></tr></tbody></table></p><a href="https://www.storyteller.pw/2023/01/white-elephant.html#more"></a>Storytellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735087642319244533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293674429384522301.post-9460599271460196712024-01-10T01:00:00.002-05:002024-01-10T01:00:00.132-05:00🪶 Family of Vultures<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkOqJ-1lzuQgX6WPqr32I3NjW8CkDYY-vRrDo9LMmeOq8pEKl7sBxMmAteD6P2FNS7_rvM9LfQMr3ErpYVtZRS4kQaiqVPOMXSjZ9pOETJDrZYNhu3PhMZc87fj8AghffoixbauMDp_VBRcjPCFi6UkSLthHH21ceOjQQHDlIXwhOfxThk83jsDvgb/s1500/3vutures.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="994" data-original-width="1500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkOqJ-1lzuQgX6WPqr32I3NjW8CkDYY-vRrDo9LMmeOq8pEKl7sBxMmAteD6P2FNS7_rvM9LfQMr3ErpYVtZRS4kQaiqVPOMXSjZ9pOETJDrZYNhu3PhMZc87fj8AghffoixbauMDp_VBRcjPCFi6UkSLthHH21ceOjQQHDlIXwhOfxThk83jsDvgb/s16000/3vutures.jpg"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Got a dead grandparent? Call the Vultures!</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table> <p></p><p><span></span></p><a href="https://www.storyteller.pw/2024/01/family-of-vultures.html#more"></a>Storytellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735087642319244533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293674429384522301.post-77520760743508571572024-01-03T00:00:00.005-05:002024-01-16T08:00:39.159-05:00👨🏻🦲 The Tale of Wojak<p></p><p></p> <span> <br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDMMHSrQNqDBfPN5AQrJ2a5ROPj1as8cdctjjn1If_bxPUDEBlLmxkegFL0RYzGBJFHx9E54LkQPgmBGHHcpZoCvs_VhyphenhyphenOjG75vGjGPG_-FaV0rq_osBPbrTdwEw93K7gSGM5pRsdYrvkwmoWxMjMHcqzVtRqbhKPVamrIQ2fWIQP7Dnhdhek0xOLLKD8/s1280/MEME_WOJAK__FEELS2.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="879" data-original-width="1280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDMMHSrQNqDBfPN5AQrJ2a5ROPj1as8cdctjjn1If_bxPUDEBlLmxkegFL0RYzGBJFHx9E54LkQPgmBGHHcpZoCvs_VhyphenhyphenOjG75vGjGPG_-FaV0rq_osBPbrTdwEw93K7gSGM5pRsdYrvkwmoWxMjMHcqzVtRqbhKPVamrIQ2fWIQP7Dnhdhek0xOLLKD8/s16000/MEME_WOJAK__FEELS2.png"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Man, the Meme...<span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></span><a href="https://www.storyteller.pw/2024/01/tale-of-wojak.html#more"></a>Storytellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735087642319244533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293674429384522301.post-34681015956881867202024-01-01T00:00:00.068-05:002024-02-15T11:57:37.529-05:00💿 Blu-ray - A Cool Multi-Media Disc Format<p></p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;">
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</td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Earth maintained an important garrison on Asteroid Y-3. Now suddenly it was imperiled with a biological impossibility—men becoming plants!<span></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://www.storyteller.pw/2023/12/pkd-piper-in-woods.html#more"></a>Storytellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735087642319244533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293674429384522301.post-21918042512171209642023-12-22T01:00:00.000-05:002023-12-22T01:00:00.148-05:00🧀 Young Cheesemaker Chester<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkXoPeI_keNbH6DM2C_C0jwQ4jwWW2atDJILgPPJ8Oub0jQCr5vdHn4v34S4EaIpQBmO57HKfqfBH0ny0ar2IsuYiAQ_3GPkU9DkuFBSo9DxNiLh2fzbx6vvhi-aYm6mEAC1UL-2b9nEwERRXBOap2rUZDV-TboDgT2URem932nJ0fGlOb5grlmSQr/s1300/cheese-maker.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="866" data-original-width="1300" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkXoPeI_keNbH6DM2C_C0jwQ4jwWW2atDJILgPPJ8Oub0jQCr5vdHn4v34S4EaIpQBmO57HKfqfBH0ny0ar2IsuYiAQ_3GPkU9DkuFBSo9DxNiLh2fzbx6vvhi-aYm6mEAC1UL-2b9nEwERRXBOap2rUZDV-TboDgT2URem932nJ0fGlOb5grlmSQr/w640-h426/cheese-maker.jpeg" width="640"></a><style>
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</td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Wait! Chickens can read?<span></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://www.storyteller.pw/2023/12/chicken-that-adored-literature.html#more"></a>Storytellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735087642319244533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293674429384522301.post-33719047365523279462023-12-08T01:00:00.010-05:002023-12-08T01:00:00.133-05:00⚒️ The Adventure of Jonathan Quimby <p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoQoFqeoOALABlcw2vwmGgElz3P0qdtLILwUAB_qMltXTKgDI_-0PLELcLn2NjlzVIdj_7Czm866P4XsD_xCBHrMlOJ1C_YQnENv9E0hvPlxtuP6BGyIiJxmZo-M_BkxdyAGCScBZ_VK1ululFwFMtp3pnb4TE59qY9pyyi_5zds38imMnqTUdno9_/s1400/yukon_man.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1069" data-original-width="1400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoQoFqeoOALABlcw2vwmGgElz3P0qdtLILwUAB_qMltXTKgDI_-0PLELcLn2NjlzVIdj_7Czm866P4XsD_xCBHrMlOJ1C_YQnENv9E0hvPlxtuP6BGyIiJxmZo-M_BkxdyAGCScBZ_VK1ululFwFMtp3pnb4TE59qY9pyyi_5zds38imMnqTUdno9_/s16000/yukon_man.jpg"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffd966;">It will be a gold day in hell if the mine ever shuts down.<span></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://www.storyteller.pw/2023/12/adventure-of-jonathan-quimby.html#more"></a>Storytellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735087642319244533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293674429384522301.post-87033291320319452862023-12-01T01:00:00.003-05:002023-12-01T01:00:00.141-05:00🐧 A Tale of Three Young Penguins<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOvoVnUjH99sD9fHvNV9_-ZrP64_wt9O4bmPB7Qdlcc9L_34PGLyKtGy08mAswqwdI2hWq2MzPtQi1XOWHpHZbeoEdaGdo3lQuswy0zcYvht1N7pnpD6qrOkFt5QLFQwRcaUPIVy_CqeyOnb-tBPHWlEsA9hCyObbgWWXnc7FD96IOl9wUES1ldlj/s1500/penquin_brothers.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="987" data-original-width="1500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOvoVnUjH99sD9fHvNV9_-ZrP64_wt9O4bmPB7Qdlcc9L_34PGLyKtGy08mAswqwdI2hWq2MzPtQi1XOWHpHZbeoEdaGdo3lQuswy0zcYvht1N7pnpD6qrOkFt5QLFQwRcaUPIVy_CqeyOnb-tBPHWlEsA9hCyObbgWWXnc7FD96IOl9wUES1ldlj/s16000/penquin_brothers.jpg"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #01ffff; text-align: left;">Once upon a time, three young penguins lived in the wastes of Alaska with their parents.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br><p></p><p><span></span></p><a href="https://www.storyteller.pw/2023/12/tale-of-three-young-penguins.html#more"></a>Storytellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735087642319244533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293674429384522301.post-85546473529601424162023-11-24T01:00:00.001-05:002023-11-24T01:00:00.136-05:00📝 The Calligrapher<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://live.staticflickr.com/6033/6276897200_0bdba8518d_b.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="800" height="597" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/6033/6276897200_0bdba8518d_b.jpg" width="800"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Shadows Into Light;">Real calligraphers flourish the swells and then seal the deal<span></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://www.storyteller.pw/2023/11/calligrapher.html#more"></a>Storytellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735087642319244533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293674429384522301.post-46286966334475531332023-11-17T01:00:00.000-05:002023-11-17T01:00:00.140-05:00🐘 The Pink Elephant<div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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</td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elephants are so responsible that they keep their belongings in the trunk.</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>There was a big game hunter who made a practice of only shooting one of each type of big game, and he was bored. He had run out of new animals to shoot. Then one day he heard about a place in the darkest Africa that had pink elephants.</div><p>He set off immediately by boat, landing a few weeks later in a little coastal town, and taking a three-day train journey along a rickety old line, deep into the interior.<br /><br />Halfway there, they stopped to cut more wood for the boiler, and the train driver took the opportunity to slip off and visit his relatives nearby. On the way back, however, he was eaten by a lion, which delayed things somewhat, to the frustration of the hunter.<br /><br />Eventually, they reached the place where the pink elephants were reputed to live, and he was shown a small clearing that was crisscrossed by elephant footprints. He constructed a hide up a nearby tree and settled down to wait for the elephants.</p><p></p><p><br /><br />Two nights later, well after midnight, he heard movement at one side of the clearing, and in the light of the moon, caught a flash of pink. He grabbed his rifle, but too late - there was a blur of pink across the clearing, and the animal was gone.<br /><br />The next day, he asked the village elders about the elephants. They explained that these elephants were very quick, so he needed some bait to get them to stop and eat.<br /><br />The hunter collected the best fruits he could find and piled them in the centre of the clearing, climbed up his tree, and sat down to wait.<br /><br />At 2am that night, he saw a flash of pink and grabbed his gun. Too late - there was a blur of pink across the clearing, and the animal was gone. The fruit was untouched.</p><p><br /><br />The next day, he asked the elders where he went wrong, and they laughed their heads off. They explained that while normal elephants ate fruit, a visiting missionary had befriended these elephants and had got them hooked on M&Ms. That was the only bait that worked. And of course, there were none in the village.<br /><br />So the hunter waited a couple of days for the next train and took the long journey down to the coast. On the way, they stopped for wood and were all invited to the funeral of the former engine driver, which everyone accepted, to the frustration of the hunter.</p><p><br /><br />Three days later they set off again, and got to the coast, where the hunter searched high and low for M&Ms. He was fortunate to find a packet in a little store near the harbour, and so he set off again in the train.<br /><br />Halfway along, they stopped for wood, where one of the village children stole the packet of M&Ms and ran off with it. Highly frustrated, the hunter decided to wait in the village for the train to return several days later, so he could get more M&Ms. In the meantime, he learned how to make the local beer and consoled the ex-train driver's widow.<br /><br />When he got to the coast, he went straight to the little shop near the harbour, but they had no M&Ms. In desperation, he roamed the wharf, asking passing sailors if they didn't have any M&Ms, and finally he got lucky. The sailor charged him an exorbitant price, but he got a packet.<br /><br />He got back on the train and headed off into the interior. Halfway along, they stopped for wood, and he held onto his M&Ms tightly.<br /><br />When they got to the interior, he piled the M&Ms in the centre of the clearing and settled down to wait.<br /><br />At 2am, he saw a flash of pink. He grabbed his rifle, but too late - there was a blur of pink across the clearing, and the animal was gone. And so were all the M&Ms, scooped up in an instant.</p><p><br /><br />The next day, the elders laughed and told him the pink elephants had very quick reactions. He needed to secure his bait firmly.<br /><br />So he waited for the train and headed back to the coast. Halfway back they stopped for wood, and everyone was invited to the wedding of the ex-train driver's widow in the nearby village. Naturally, they accepted, and a week later, the journey recommenced. The hunter was beyond fury by now.<br /><br />Getting to the coast, he roamed the streets for a week, pestering everyone he could find. Then he saw - a man with a packet of M&Ms. He rushed up and asked if he could buy them, but the man said he only had one M&M left. The hunter bought it for an exorbitant price and rushed off to find the train.<br /><br />Off they went again, and of course, they stopped halfway for wood. The ex-engine driver's widow's new husband appeared and jumped on board, saying he had to escape, she was too much woman for him. Not to be distracted, the hunter kept a firm grip on his M&M.[I could torture you here by saying it melted, but I will be kind]<br /><br />Getting to the interior, he placed the M&M in the centre of the clearing and secured it with a very thick plaited rope bought from the local village, which he was assured would hold a pink elephant, and which he anchored to a large tree. Then he settled down to wait.<br /><br />At 2am, he saw a flash of pink at the edge of the clearing. He grabbed his rifle, by which time the flash of pink had skidded to a halt in the centre of the clearing and was madly tugging at the M&M.</p><p><br /><br />It was a pink elephant!<br /><br />It tugged and tugged, and the big tree shook, and the rope creaked, but it held.<br /><br />The elephant tugged harder, and as it did, its skin turned grey from the effort.<br /><br />The hunter put down his gun.</p><p><br /><br />He'd already shot a grey elephant.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/ShaggyDogStories/comments/rdn9q6/the_pink_elephant/" target="_blank">Source</a> - Image: ©Storyteller</p><p></p>Storytellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735087642319244533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293674429384522301.post-19869455627433822792023-11-10T01:00:00.001-05:002023-11-10T01:00:00.127-05:00🥊 The #1 Boxer<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_QeC8RF5j--nZJ45XRFHcS9xmdAGIcXNd1G0YYbxCJf-UNc7FnZ3W_jLuv7OZF3ivEj_iqYa7uUBZRSO9cDfELV0KpolDiF_MD3z1CFHifKGpusyJXwV8ZaJ5u6EW3NS3sl87n6X66VUN75-0k6laM52dkjo0isCmVaKUpDEAot2zWFTQnX5tFHm_/s1200/boxer4.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="848" data-original-width="1200" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_QeC8RF5j--nZJ45XRFHcS9xmdAGIcXNd1G0YYbxCJf-UNc7FnZ3W_jLuv7OZF3ivEj_iqYa7uUBZRSO9cDfELV0KpolDiF_MD3z1CFHifKGpusyJXwV8ZaJ5u6EW3NS3sl87n6X66VUN75-0k6laM52dkjo0isCmVaKUpDEAot2zWFTQnX5tFHm_/w640-h452/boxer4.jpg" width="640"></a><style>
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