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Query: What Are Your Favorite Muleisms?

At the suggestion of my dear reader Ann, I'm ruminating on the matter of a 2011 Brays of Our Lives calendar. With enough interest, I think I'd like very much to make one available for a modest fee (to cover printing costs).

So, first question: Would you plaster my personage upon your wall for 12 months straight?

Second question: Which muleisms do you like the best? I never miss a chance to spew quotable quotes, and have already selected a few of my own favorites to include. Have there been words of wisdom, humor, and Muleness by which you have been particularly touched?

Third question: How much wood can a woodchuck chuck?

(Actually, I don't really need an answer to that third question. I just threw it in there because the other two questions looked lonely, but I know and you know that a woodchuck could chuck any wood he would chuck.)

Thanks, guys, and ears to you!

FenBar

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  1. Fenway, I love that picture. I would be in for a calender.

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  2. How much wood would a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck would chuck wood?

    A wood chuck would chuck all the wood he could if a wood chuck could, but a wood chuck can't so a wood chuck shan't.

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  3. Hello, Fenway!

    Speaking of Muleisms-that-may-not-be (of the behavioral sort), My grandmother has a donkey named Cocoa and if he feels comfortable around you, he'll lean on you a bit and offer you a hoof to shake. I've been unable to find anything on this behavior and was wondering if your mulish wisdom could enlighten me on this behavior.

    Thank you!
    Becca

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  4. I like the list of rules that ends with "Shine".

    Perhaps some of your songs (I can't hear "Bohemian Rhapsody" with belting out, "Jasper Jules! Jasper Jules!")

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  5. Put us down for a calendar - if mom doesn't hang it in the house I'll make her hang it outside for me!

    My favorite muleism is the one above by your new photo - May your trails be smooth.......

    Your fren,

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