Re: Russell Apiaries
How about..."Covering your butt"? Oh wait a minute, that's two, no wait a minute, three, yeah three words. Yeah that's my final answer!!! Uh, wait a minute, you said you only wanted one word....uh, I got it!!!....
Originally Posted by sqkcrk
...and here's the story!!!!!
My great, great, great, great, great Scottish grandfather discovered it while on a journey in southern India riding an elephant back in 1743 (might have been 1742 but I wasn't there so I can't be sure). Anyhow, after journeying for several days his derriere became dreadfully pained from sitting on the rough back of his ornery elephant and made the comment that it felt like a swarm of bees had stung his backside. The mahout who was managing the elephants was actually a royal descendent of Oleg of Novgorod of what would become known one day as the Russian Empire. The mahout had come to India to avoid imprisonment by the then established Russian Empire for heading up a black market potato smuggling ring. He bragged about being the only redheaded mahout in all of India and was seen by his peers as being some kind of "elephant whisperer".
Anyhow, the locals were really gossipers and the mahout eventually found out about my great, great, great, great, great Scottish grandfather's plight. The mahout told him to take the cloth wrapped around his head and sit on it. My great, great, great, great, great Scottish grandfather asked him why and with a heavy Slavic accent the mahout told him "The elephant's back is too rough for your tenders...you need something "Kuvrhennurbuhtski". My great, great, great, great, great Scottish grandfather was so elated with this wonderful discovery that he wrote several papers on the subject and sent them by special courier back to the Edinburgh University Faculty of Medicine.
Unfortunately, as the story unfolds, the courier opted to sail across the Arabian Sea to Africa and take the North African Route back to Scotland. It was during the courier's travel across the African continent that he and his party encountered a large band of cannibals and had breakfast with them...and lunch, and supper. My great, great, great, great, great Scottish grandfather eventually returned to Scotland expecting a hero's welcome but sadly arrived to find out that his life's greatest accomplishment, his papers on "Kuvrhennurbuhtski" had failed to arrive. He died a broken-hearted jake in an alley behind the University in Edenburgh sitting on an old, tattered (and soiled...YUCK!!) piece of what once was some white cloth. A sad, sad story but I felt that I had to share this.
Wiping tears from my eyes,
Warning: Rookie beek...take my postings with that grain of salt you keep in your pocket.