Monday, February 21, 2005

Out of Commission

Bad hand/arm/body pain again. Write me a poem in the comments or leave a joke. Tap dance and tell me about it. Back when I can be.

1 comment:

Berenice said...

It's almost funny...Q: Why was 6 afraid of 7?
A: Because 7,8,9.

Yup...A group of friends who went deer hunting separated into pairs for the day.
That night, one hunter returned alone, staggering under an eight-point buck.
“Where is Harry?” asked another hunter.
“He fainted a couple miles up the trail,” Harry’s partner answered.
“You left him lying there alone and carried the deer back?”
“A tough call,” said the hunter. “But I figured no one is going to steal Harry

Third time lucky ;-)God grant me the Senility to forget the people I never liked anyway,
the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference...

Plenty more where those came from. B xx