THE POSTMAN
So I am sitting there at the breakfast table this morning.
As typical, I am sipping my coffee watching the war department
as she munches her toast. She is informing me of all the
places we have to go today. Apparently we have a ton of errands
that need to be done. I let her ramble on for a few minutes.
(its funny, I notice she rambles a lot more than she used to compared
to 40 something years ago when we first met.)I interrupted her after
a few minutes. "Look, at it snowing outside...." It is now late
after noon. She is snoozing on the couch and so far today? we
have not left the nouse :)
Enjoy the jokes
A boy from Duluth, Minnesota named Lars had heard stories of an amazing family tradition.
It seem that his father, grandfather and great grandfather had all been able to walk on water on
their 21st birthdays, to the boat club across the lake for their first legal drink.
So when Lars' 21st came around, he and his pal Sven took a boat out to the middle of the lake.
Lars stepped out of the boat and nearly drowned. Sven managed to pull him to safety.
Furious and confused, Lars went to see his grandmother.
"Grandma," he asked, "it's my 21st birthday, so why can't I walk across the lake like my father,
his father, and his father before him?"
Granny looked into Lars' eyes and said, "Because your father, grandfather and great-grandfather
were born in January. You were born in July."
There was a husband who was in the habit of taking the family dog for a nice long walk each evening.
It was good exercise for both of them, his wife felt, and the dog became so used to the routine that it
positively drooled to be taken out on schedule every night.
When her husband was sick one evening, the wife took the dog out instead.
To her surprise the dog pulled vigorously at the leash and led her around the block to a house around
the corner and began to scratch at the door.
A female voice called out, "I won't be a minute, darling."
Soon, the door was opened by an attractive young woman in a negligee, and the dog dashed in
straight to a dish of meat that was waiting for him -- obviously as usual.
if women are bad
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a family saying the blessing
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the old west
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salad
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leave it
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things you don't see everyday
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the doctor said
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whats the difference
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slow down
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husband pissed me off
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Three nuns passed every day through a street that led them from Church to a Reformatory. They
noticed a parrot that stood at the entrance of a big residential house. Every time they passed in front
of that house, the bird would pronounce three sequential colors. One day, they heard, "Yellow, blue,
black." One of the nuns noticed that those colors perfectly matched the colors of their underwear. She
mentioned her discovery to the other two nuns, but both were reluctant to believe that could be possible.
The next day, they all wore black underwear and passed in front of the house, and very precisely the
parrot spoke, "Black, black, black." Hearing that, the three nuns were astonished. One of the nuns
spoke up, "Girls, tomorrow we are going to trick that bird." After saying that, she recommended that the
next day, none of them should be wearing any underwear under their vestments. Respecting their agreement,
the next day they wore no underwear, and proceeded to pass in front of the parrot's house. They peeked at the bird.
At the beginning, the parrot looked a bit puzzled. He swung back and forth on the cane he was perched on.
Then, after a while, the Parrot spoke, "Straight, Straight, Curly!"
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