Don’t Forget To Tip Your Waitress

Folks, I got nothing.  I’m resorting to jokes sent to me by my seventy-eight year old father.

“A vulture boards an airplane, carrying two dead raccoons.  The stewardess looks at him and says, ‘I’m sorry, sir, only one carrion allowed per passenger.'”

“Did you hear about the Buddhist who refused Novocain during a root canal?  His goal: transcend dental medication.”

“Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and, with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him a super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.”

Thank you! Thank you very much! I’ll be here all week!

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2 Comments on “Don’t Forget To Tip Your Waitress”

  1. Mel Ryane says:

    I’m guessing it means you’re writing somethin’ somewhere else!

  2. Susan Treadwell says:

    Ba-dum-bump! Laughter is always appreciated here.


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