To: Me; All; God
4,495 posted on
07/24/2006 7:07:53 PM PDT by
sionnsar
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To: sionnsar
We have more jokes. It just takes a while to transcribe them.
4,496 posted on
07/24/2006 7:47:51 PM PDT by
NicknamedBob
(Mom said to call a spade a spade. Dad taught me what to call it when you trip over it in the shed.)
To: sionnsar; fanfan; Lady Jag
Henry came back late from his golf game. He seemed a little upset.
“Is something wrong, Dear?” His wife inquired.
“Yeah!” He slumped into a chair.
“We were playing the back nine, coming up the hill on hole thirteen. George had a heart attack right there.”
“Oh, my goodness! That must have been awful!”
“You have no idea! After that, for five holes, it was hit the ball, drag George -- hit the ball, drag George -- What a nightmare!”
4,497 posted on
07/24/2006 7:58:59 PM PDT by
NicknamedBob
(Mom said to call a spade a spade. Dad taught me what to call it when you trip over it in the shed.)
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