It's the time of year . . . .
. . . . when apples ripen and, if not harvested, fall naturally to the ground. There they can become the host of those most friendly of bacteria, one or another of the lactobacilli, which will convert the juice in the fallen apples into cider. For free.It's the time of year when moose roam about, seeking out the naturally fermented apple cider formed by fallen apples, and get one Hell of a snoot full.
It's the time of year when said drunken moose wander into an old folks home.
No, REALLY.
Presented for your delectation by the Gentleman Farmer at 4:16 PM
Comments on "It's the time of year . . . ."
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Gentleman Farmer said ... (5:34 PM) :
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Anonymous said ... (6:06 PM) :
post a commentSo, you have a picture of an elk illustrating a post about a moose. I'll admit, the elk does look a bit snockered, but that doesn't change the fact that it is still an elk (and probably an American elk at that) and not a Swedish moose.
Elk, Moose, Lion, Odd Fellow, Rotarian, what's the diff? They all get drunk, play cards, wear funny hats, and cause trouble at retirement homes.
I call those people "Gonzaga guys."