Saturday, January 8
And then hell freezes over
Sweet Tooth
The other day April and I took off to do a little window-shopping. I didn’t care that much for the merchandise in the windows, but every now and again, a female sales clerk would catch my eye.
April caught me at it. “You’re like a kid in a candy store!”
“Yeah, well, since I’m married to you, I’m like a kid with diabetes in a candy store.”
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Redneck Graves
Three rednecks, Bubba, Earl and Jeb, were stumbling home late one night and found themselves on the road that led past the old graveyard.
“Come have a look over here,” says Bubba, “It’s Zeb Jones’ grave, God bless his soul, he lived to the ripe old age of 87.”
“That’s nothing,” says Earl, “here’s one named Butch Smith. It says here that he was 95 when he died.”
Just then, Jeb yells out, “But here’s a fella that died when he was 145 years old!”
“What was his name?” asks Bubba.
Jeb lights a match to see what else is written on the stone marker, and exclaims, “Miles, from Georgia.”
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Unlikely Events
I saw on an internet news site this morning that some towns in Texas just had a white Christmas for the first time in 86 years. And I thought, well, that’s appropriate: first the Red Sox win the World Series, and then hell freezes over.
After the unexpected closure of g.a.d, Etan's stuff just cracks me up again. His site here, and only for the sexy. He is after all, (more than) your average sexy New Yorker.
Sweet Tooth
The other day April and I took off to do a little window-shopping. I didn’t care that much for the merchandise in the windows, but every now and again, a female sales clerk would catch my eye.
April caught me at it. “You’re like a kid in a candy store!”
“Yeah, well, since I’m married to you, I’m like a kid with diabetes in a candy store.”
*
Redneck Graves
Three rednecks, Bubba, Earl and Jeb, were stumbling home late one night and found themselves on the road that led past the old graveyard.
“Come have a look over here,” says Bubba, “It’s Zeb Jones’ grave, God bless his soul, he lived to the ripe old age of 87.”
“That’s nothing,” says Earl, “here’s one named Butch Smith. It says here that he was 95 when he died.”
Just then, Jeb yells out, “But here’s a fella that died when he was 145 years old!”
“What was his name?” asks Bubba.
Jeb lights a match to see what else is written on the stone marker, and exclaims, “Miles, from Georgia.”
*
Unlikely Events
I saw on an internet news site this morning that some towns in Texas just had a white Christmas for the first time in 86 years. And I thought, well, that’s appropriate: first the Red Sox win the World Series, and then hell freezes over.
4 Comments:
Thank you Diorgirl, I am flattered. Hope you find those starting points that I wrote you useful.
Aww, don't be hatin' Texas. I've lived in Dallas for 5 years now and it's pretty cool.
Oops, I hit "publish" before I finished. Still, that was pretty funny about the whole freezing over thing.
Nothing against Texas, all in good humor of course :)
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