Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Rambler 307

The plastic surgeon asked what nose I picked.



On Halloween, we took our kids to the day scare center.


Mystery thriller authors are holding a picnic in Boring, OR. (Why they selected that city I haven’t a clue.)


The plastic surgeon only gave me lip service.  (That was tongue in cheek.)


The place kicker suffered from missile toe.  (Kiss that one goodbye)

I received notice from the Post Office that delivery times might be longer.  The letter was dated last year.


Due to a fluke in budgeting, whales to get Ipods.


There was a man with a large proboscis
With snot that was quite viscous
When he would sneeze
We all would freeze
Hoping the spray would miss us

(proboscis Facetious . the human nose, especially when unusually long or prominent. ) I don’t need any remarks from my son on this topic.


In H.S. P.E., they gave me a flailing grade in swimming. (I had the nickname of Splash Gordon)


Local police now admit they only had a skeleton crew out for Halloween. (Due to a bare bones budget)


Oops! I thought they said caster oil should be taken as a supplement.






News Headlines (possibly):


New regulations have scale makers weighing in


New efforts to find gold not panning out


Police nail tool bandit before he could bolt


Bowling pin makers on strike

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