Now that's Lazy

[jeff of pa]

The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.), 07 Dec. 1912.



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Not only tooo Lazy to Hunt Treasure ,
But Soooo Lazy he made the Papers for it.

 

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[BC1969]

There must have been some omitted information.
He may be too lazy, but I ain't!
Where's the map!

 

[Hillbilly Prince]

The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.), 07 Dec. 1912.

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Not only tooo Lazy to Hunt Treasure ,
But Soooo Lazy he made the Papers for it.

My dad used to tell about this fellow who was lazy. Too lazy to work and feed his family and the kids were going hungry and all.
So the men of the little town had enough. They put a coffin in a wagon and threw the fellow in it. They were going to take him to the cemetery and bury him.
A farmer heard what was going on and threw some corn in a wagon and rode to intercept the party. He caught up, stopped the wagon and said he had corn to spare for the lazy man.
The fellow raised up from his coffin and asked "Is it shucked?"
The man said no. The fellow laid back down in the coffin.
"Drive on."

 

[SD51]

One definitiuon of lazy...

While lazy actually means being averse to work or avoiding it, it can also be used to describe something slow-moving or unenergetic, like when you stroll down the garden path with a lazy gait, not in a hurry to get anywhere. The adjective lazy is thought to come from the Low German lasich, meaning "idle or languid."

I remember walking behind a guy at work that walked so slow, that I thought he would lose his balance between steps and tip over because he took way too much time between steps.

 

[Chadeaux]

My dad used to tell about this fellow who was lazy. Too lazy to work and feed his family and the kids were going hungry and all.
So the men of the little town had enough. They put a coffin in a wagon and threw the fellow in it. They were going to take him to the cemetery and bury him.
A farmer heard what was going on and threw some corn in a wagon and rode to intercept the party. He caught up, stopped the wagon and said he had corn to spare for the lazy man.
The fellow raised up from his coffin and asked "Is it shucked?"
The man said no. The fellow laid back down in the coffin.
"Drive on."

Sounds like a guy we used to call "Stovewood" round these parts. Not sure how, but it seems to be hereditary around these parts. All his kids and grandkids are just like him.