Well I hate to needle you but it's that time again.
Let's see if you can inoculate folks with your humour.
I'm a big booster of you commenters, so leave a caption or two and we'll prick, er, pick a winner Saturday.
Bob and Brenda worked in the supermarket. They weren't check-out clerks. And they weren't stock-boys. Brenda sure wasn't. And they weren't employees who worked in the fish section or the deli. No. They were on the shelves.
They hadn't been on the shelves very long but in that short time they'd developed a considerably close friendship.
The chatted all day when the store was busy and at night when the store was closed. They talked about everything. The talked about what raw products they came from. The talked about their manufacturing processes. And they talked about the long routes in semi-trailers that brought them to this store.
Oddly enough the one thing they never made clear to one another was just what product each of them was.
One day when Brenda was commenting on their friendship she told Bob she was grateful for their amity. "Are you Tea?" said Bob, pekoe-ing her way. "I thought I was Tea". You're coffee!"
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They hadn't been on the shelves very long but in that short time they'd developed a considerably close friendship.
The chatted all day when the store was busy and at night when the store was closed. They talked about everything. The talked about what raw products they came from. The talked about their manufacturing processes. And they talked about the long routes in semi-trailers that brought them to this store.
Oddly enough the one thing they never made clear to one another was just what product each of them was.
One day when Brenda was commenting on their friendship she told Bob she was grateful for their amity. "Are you Tea?" said Bob, pekoe-ing her way. "I thought I was Tea". You're coffee!"
This week's Tw…
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OH FUDGE....only he didn't say fudge, he said THE WORD, the big one, the Queen Mother of dirty words, the F dash, dash, dash word
(to get the humor of this one you have to know that heo is the Vietnamese word for pig)
There once was a nurse named Belle,
Whose patient let out a big yell,
You hurt my poor arm
He said with alarm
Now you can go straight to hell
(Really, I have no idea ...)
One more then I will leave you alone...
Another poem as I am in a rhyming mood this afternoon..
There once was a little boy Puck
Who with a needle was stuck
He yelled at the nurse
and gave her a curse
He said " Ouch, what the F***