"He brought us much joy and laughter, and would rather be recalled with a smile than with tears." Tom Oliver
I have over 1000 emails from Bromo and I will post a few at a time on this blog. The first published here was from 2003 but I started getting emails from him much earlier than that.
Bromo In Chicken Country
Calling the Hogs!
With a Blonde 'Thingy'!
Send your Bromo Stories
Someone should put together a collection of jokes and memories of stories that Bromo has shared throughout his life because it would bring laughter to all of our lives. My favorite story was about the time he and his family were stranded on the East coast in a snowstorm and they had to spend the night in a makeshift shelter. I would love to have a recording of him telling it again so that I could play it whenever I needed a good laugh or pick-me-up. It was the most hilarious thing I have ever heard. I bet each of you have a favorite memory or story also. Barbara Suber Arkansas Chapter President
Please send any Bromo stories to email@example.com
Bromo's Final Email - Recieved August 2008
Hi Gang, Today we have a cute story about a seven-year old boy and his four-year old brother who decided they needed to start swearing. Bromo in Chicken Country calling the HOGs with a blonde 'thingy' before we check in with the boys. Q. There are three girls, all in the third grade: one a brunette, onea readhead, and one is a blonde. Which one of them has the biggest boobs? A. The blonde, because she's 19 years old. +++++++++++++++++++++ Swearing! A seven-year-old boy and his four-year-old brother were upstairs in theirbedroom. 'You know what?' said the seven year old. 'I think it's about time we startswearing.' The four year old nodded his head in approval. 'When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm gonna say hell, and you say ass, okay?' The four year old agreed with enthusiasm. The mother walked into the kitchen and asked the seven year old what he wantedfor breakfast. 'Aw hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios.' WHACK! He flew out of his chair, tumbled across the floor, got up and ran upstairs cryinghis eyes out. The mother looked at the four year old and asked with a stern voice, 'And what doyou want for breakfast, young man?' 'I don't know,' he blubbered, 'but you can bet your sweet ass it won't be Cheerios!' ++++++++++++++++++++