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June 2004
Didja hear about
the dyslexic agnostic who wasn't sure
A group of seniors were sitting around talking about all their
ailments.
What
goes, "clippity clop. clippity clop. bang bang, clippity clop. bang
bang.?
Hugo
was driving the town's public works truck through Suddenly the 1970 truck started to cough and splutter and the engine slowly died away leaving him sitting by the road in total silence. He popped the hood and went to see if there was anything that he could do to get it going again. Unfortunately (and confirmed constantly by the Grace Mayor-for-Life), the Grand Marshal had a severely limited knowledge of cars, so all he could do was look at the engine, feeling despondent. As he peered by the gradually fading light of his flashlight, Hugo cursed that he had not put in new batteries, like he had promised. Suddenly, through the inky shadows, came a deep voice, "It's your fuel pump." Hugo jumped up quickly striking his head on the underside of the hood. "Who said that?" he demanded. There were two horses standing in the field alongside and Hugo was amazed when the nearest of the two horses repeated, "It's your fuel pump, tap it with your flashlight, and try it again." Confused, Hugo tapped the fuel pump with his flashlight, turned the key and sure enough, the engine roared into life. He muttered a short thanks to the horse and screeched away. When he finally reached downtown Clearview, he ran into the local bar. "Large blue sapphire on the rocks, please!" he uttered. A farmer sitting at the bar looked at Hugo's ashen face and asked, "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!" "It's unbelievable," Hugo replied and recalled the whole tale to the suspendered one. The farmer took a sip of his beer and looked thoughtful. "A horse you say, was it by any chance a white horse?" Hugo replied to the affirmative. "Yes it was! Am I crazy?" "No, you ain't crazy. In fact, you're lucky," said the farmer, " 'cause the black horse don't know squat about cars either!"
A 3-legged dog walks into an old west saloon, slides up to the bar and
announces, "I'm looking for the man who shot my paw."
A
woman walks into a pharmacy and goes right up to the pharmacist and
says, "I want to buy some arsenic!" |
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