At my age
the only thing shorter than my breath (I am on oxygen) is my memory.
I was
asked what kind of discipline my parents used.
I replied: “beats me.”
Humpty
Dumpty was egged on.
They told
me that I am clumsy. I didn’t fall for
that.
Were
cannons on sailing ships considered weapons of mast destruction?
Big noses
run in our family.
Their
remodeling specialized in open hearth surgery.
There once was a farmer of hay
Who ran out of wire in May
He now has cut grass
Approaching critical mass
Into his barn there’s no way
He had
his sights set on the rifle team.
I
proposed a toast. But they only had
bagels.
Does a
revival on a farm result in barn again Christians?
With our
current federal deficit, our politicians are using a new math to explain
it-trickonometry.
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