A place for weasels, waffles, pancakes, bunnies and monkeys, as well as the occasional engaging biped to verbally wander, ponder, work up a lather, blather, get in a dither and discover but then forget to write down the meaning of life on their way to have a smoke & make a joke.
Drama prone, poo-flinging primates need not apply. Hall passes & haul passes freely granted. Passes at girls with glasses highly encouraged. 'Verbal warnings' & corporate nonsense strictly verboten.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Same as it ever was... #2
So, my mom sent me a joke earlier this week involving a horse, a chicken and a Harley and a punchline (sorry, you can email me if you actually want the joke) about how one doesn't need a Harley when they're hung like a horse.
It was somewhat clever and I got a snicker out of it and told her as much.
This is her reply:
Many people I hesitate sending such things. However, (not but!) for a four year old that is over heard saying: "A duck for a fuck, a fuck for a duck and $25.00 for a fucked up duck..."
well, I guess it's OK.
Can you imagine how surprised I was to overhear you saying that to yourself?
[But, holy crap, even though I can't remember the rest of the joke, that punchline still makes me laugh.]