Re: The greatest question in the history of human kind.
Now Don, Don, you have to understand that Mudmagnet is from down here in the Nations and by his handle he is more than likely in the oil patch, so here goes an explination of the obvious math in these parts: 5 plus 1 equals the number of beers in a six pack. Everyone knows that there are six beers in a pack so you can share one or two with your buddy. Now as you share two with your bud, both of you are going to need more as your thirst climbs on a hot day after morning tower watch. When you can get shy of the rig the both of you go into the nearest town and get a suitcase as a couple of sixpacks wont work for the day. As long as you have the spare beers from a suitecase, you invite a couple of other deck hands to the motel room that you are staying in while you are on this hole and one of them surely has a deck of cards and another a set of dice. Well you have no intentions of wasting away your hard earned loot from risking your life and limbs grubbing at the mouth of an oil hole, while all those who can strike an arc and call themselves welders play with fire above the most inflamible hole in the ground in human history, at the local gaming tables that you know are rigged to part you from your green.
You therefor strike up a lively conversation, that if your friends can find a few other friends, everyone that can come to the motel room can enjoy a quiet game of craps. Now you may think that "seven come eleven" may be the end of this tale, but you are wrong.
What happens is after that suitcase of beer is consummed and the game keeps rolling, someone naturally goes out and get another suitcase or so. As everyone there is enjoying the game and is getting louder, some old bitty next door at the motel gets upset and calls the management, not once but four times. Before the Packistanni manager can come to the door to ask the inmates to tone it down, the biddy calls the local sheriff and he comes screaming up to the door with two deputies and busts all in the motel room.
Everyone is drug down to the county clink, booked and given an option; pay and get out or fight it and go to jail for a long time. How long you ask? After all you just happened to rent the room in your name, you were not found with an open container in your hand, and you certianly did not try to hide the dice in your pocket!
The answer from the county judge is $700 or seven weeks in the county slammer, so any way you look at it 5+1=7.
This matematical fact is taught to all of our youngins here in the Nations. What do they teach where y'all are from?
