I stepped into the bathroom just as Joyce posed a question:
Joyce: Are you my man?
Bob: Yup, but right at the moment I'm your peein' man.
Joyce: No! You're not a Eur-o-pee-an man. You're my all-American man!
The Way the Wind Blows
Real Change
Tiptoe
Separated at Birth
Wind Over Dry Bones
The Wind Bag
The old fart was once a squirt.
The Air of My Ways
- Bob
- Texas, United States
- I'm carbon-based. (As are my wife and our three sons -- the cat has gone inorganic on us.)
Wind of Change
2 comments:
And now I have new fancy bifocals, the better to see you with. What a memory you have! And I like making you laugh. When you laughed last night, I asked you then if this would appear on your blog...and sure 'nough...here it is.
SNORT Now that is a giggle in a half. Should your children have this as a record of your life for posterity thez are going to giggle themselves silly
Had to read you...even if I am in Croatia at the moment
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