Oh you know. The week was all like:
Did you hear about the two radio antennas that got married?
The wedding was terrible, but the reception was excellent!
& then it was all like:
Vicky was at a business conference. During a break, she decided to call home collect. Her six-year-old son picked up the phone and heard a stranger’s voice say, “We have Vicky on the line. Will you accept the charges?” Frantic, the six-year-old dropped the receiver and came charging outside screaming, “Dad! They have Mom! And they want money!”
& then it was all like:
Okay, so a Texan rancher comes upon a farmer from Maine. The Texan looks at the Mainer and asks, "Say, how much land you think you got here?" Mainer: 'Bout 10 acres I'd say." Texan (boasting): Well, on my lot, it takes me all day to drive completely around my property!" Mainer: "Yep, I got one of them trucks too."
Oh, & something insulting to a particular place/person/thing made it through, doubtless pissing off one or two U of Michigan fans:
Q. Why do University of Michigan graduates hang their diplomas from their rear view mirror?
A. So they can use handicapped parking.
Ho hum.
(Do they really call people from Maine "Mainers"?)
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