Did anyone find Johnny's false teeth?
If they did, how would they get in touch with him?
Could be a real small town and everyone knows Johnny?
dancers
Loc: melbourne.victoria, australia
PixelStan77 wrote:
Everybody knows Johnny.
Johnny is the one without teeth!
I was onceth in the thame boat ath Johnny.
But I’m doing much better now.
Ched49 wrote:
If they did, how would they get in touch with him?
Just stand by the sign and shout as loud as you can......JOHNNY....JOHNNY
True story. Some 60-plus years ago we had a store called, "Kohler City". It was often called, "The Old Man In The Rocking Chair" store for that's what was on the sign. It was built from a series of sheds cobbled together and he would sell whatever he could come across.
The lighting was simply string lights with bare bulbs hanging every so many feet apart. There were wooden barrels and wood bins that had the "stuff" in it. One never knew what one would find in there.
Now for the kicker.....near the cash register was a wooden barrel with false teeth in it that if you found a pair that fit you could buy them.
Long, long gone but never forgotten.
sippyjug104 wrote:
True story. Some 60-plus years ago we had a store called, "Kohler City". It was often called, "The Old Man In The Rocking Chair" store for that's what was on the sign. It was built from a series of sheds cobbled together and he would sell whatever he could come across.
The lighting was simply string lights with bare bulbs hanging every so many feet apart. There were wooden barrels and wood bins that had the "stuff" in it. One never knew what one would find in there.
Now for the kicker.....near the cash register was a wooden barrel with false teeth in it that if you found a pair that fit you could buy them.
Long, long gone but never forgotten.
True story. Some 60-plus years ago we had a store... (
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The owner must’ve had an arrangement with the undertaker to supply his denture inventory.
Stan
That's fine, if you have a loud voice.
rehess
Loc: South Bend, Indiana, USA
jerryc41 wrote:
That's fine, if you have a loud voice.
In a small town, every one knows every body.
The story is told of someone who mailed a postcard home from Paris - with nothing but a first name and a 5 digit zip code. It was delivered.
The PO in France recognized a zip code, so they sent it to NYC.
The PO in NYC sent to the right small town.
The PO in the small town knew that only one resident was in Europe, so they delivered it to the right family.
dancers wrote:
Johnny is the one without teeth!
Absolutely.......game-over.....hahahahaaaaaaaaaa
Small town. When I was in high school I accidentally ran a stop sign about 1 am. The streets were empty. I arrived at home about 20 minutes layer, to be greeted by my father who asked why I ran the stop sign.
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