Two blondes were sipping their Starbucks when a truck went past loaded up with rolls of sod.
"I'm going to do that when I win the lottery," announced the first blonde.
"Do what?" asked her friend.
"Send my lawn out to be mowed."
Thank you, Mrsgunka.
Saturday, 16 June 2012
Short and sweet
Today's laugh comes courtesy of our Mrsgunka.
Two blondes were sipping their Starbucks when a truck went past loaded up with rolls of sod.
"I'm going to do that when I win the lottery," announced the first blonde.
"Do what?" asked her friend.
"Send my lawn out to be mowed."
Thank you, Mrsgunka.
Two blondes were sipping their Starbucks when a truck went past loaded up with rolls of sod.
"I'm going to do that when I win the lottery," announced the first blonde.
"Do what?" asked her friend.
"Send my lawn out to be mowed."
Thank you, Mrsgunka.
Friday, 15 June 2012
Thursday, 14 June 2012
Agent Murphy
Mrsgunka sent me this joke. For some reason, she thought of Irishgirl and Pallottine... ha ha!
A secret agent was sent to Ireland to pick up some very sensitive information from an agent called Murphy. His instructions were to walk around town using a code phrase until he met his fellow agent. He found himself on an isolated country road and finally ran into a farmer.
"Hello, said the agent, "I'm looking for a man called Murphy."
"Well you're in luck," said the farmer. "As it happens, there's a village right over the hill where a butcher is called Murphy, the baker is named Murphy, and three widows are called Murphy. In fact, my name is Murphy."
"Aha," thought the agent, "here's my man." So he whispered the secret code: "The sun is shining ... the grass is growing ... the cows are ready for milking."
"Oh," said the farmer, "you're looking for Murphy the spy. He's in the village over the other direction."
Cheers, Mrsgunka!
A secret agent was sent to Ireland to pick up some very sensitive information from an agent called Murphy. His instructions were to walk around town using a code phrase until he met his fellow agent. He found himself on an isolated country road and finally ran into a farmer.
"Hello, said the agent, "I'm looking for a man called Murphy."
"Well you're in luck," said the farmer. "As it happens, there's a village right over the hill where a butcher is called Murphy, the baker is named Murphy, and three widows are called Murphy. In fact, my name is Murphy."
"Aha," thought the agent, "here's my man." So he whispered the secret code: "The sun is shining ... the grass is growing ... the cows are ready for milking."
"Oh," said the farmer, "you're looking for Murphy the spy. He's in the village over the other direction."
Cheers, Mrsgunka!
Wednesday, 13 June 2012
Oh, to be young and supple!
View_From_Here sent me this video. It does make aged backs hurt!
Thank you, View.
Thank you, View.
Tuesday, 12 June 2012
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