It is spring, the
normal time for things to blossom and bloom.
The trees are budding, filling the air with fragrant allergens. The expression ‘you can hear things growing’
probably refers to my sneezing. Spring
is pretty here, though. The highway
medians in Texas are full of beautiful wild flowers. Does this mean I have a beautiful yard – no. An untended median strip can do better job
growing things than I can. I have no
luck with gardening. I have a rock
garden - last week three of the rocks died. “Annuals” mean disappointment only once a year. As far as I can tell, the best way to make
sure you are removing a weed instead of a valuable plant is to pull on it. If it comes out of the ground easily, it is
not a weed. And how do we define
weeds? As far I can tell weeds are
plants that have mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow
in rows. Of course my wife is no better
with plants than I am. She is an earth
sign; I’m a water sign. Together we make mud.
But here are a few
jokes with a general theme of the newly awakening life as we head toward
warmer, then hotter, then the stifling days of summer
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A man approached a gardener at a vegetable
stand. "My wife asked me to buy ORGANIC vegetables. These vegetables are for her. Have they
been sprayed with any poisonous chemicals?'"
"The gardener said: 'No, you'll have
to do that yourself.'"
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What did the lawyer say to the judge? Iris my case!
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What does one call a country where people only drive pink cars? A pink carnation!
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Why
did the butterfly get a cell phone? She wanted to cauliflower.
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What
does the letter ‘A’ have in common with a flower? Both are followed by bees!
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A flower vendor was normally quite successful at
unloading his last few bunches of flowers.
Appealing to a businessman who was walking by on his way home, the vendor said, "How about a nice bunch of roses to surprise your wife?"
"I don't have a wife," the businessman replied gruffly.
"Well then, how about some beautiful carnations for your girlfriend?" suggested the vendor, without missing a beat.
"I don't have a girlfriend," snapped the businessman.
"You lucky fellow!" the vendor said, as he broke into a big smile. "Buy both bunches to celebrate!"
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Appealing to a businessman who was walking by on his way home, the vendor said, "How about a nice bunch of roses to surprise your wife?"
"I don't have a wife," the businessman replied gruffly.
"Well then, how about some beautiful carnations for your girlfriend?" suggested the vendor, without missing a beat.
"I don't have a girlfriend," snapped the businessman.
"You lucky fellow!" the vendor said, as he broke into a big smile. "Buy both bunches to celebrate!"
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This report is from Dan
Friends, with
all of today’s news casters telling us about the flu epidemic and the hundreds
who may die, a story has come to light one that Doctor Doom cannot possibly
make up.
It is not a
pretty story.... it concerns over 200 dead crows being found on the highways
around Boston.
The first
report came from the City Health Dept. was that the birds probably died of
Avian Flu; the City was in panic mode.
Then a Federal
Bird Pathologist was brought in to examine the remains of all the crows, and he
confirmed that the “kill” was definitely NOT the Avian Flu, to everyone's
relief.
However, he
determined that 98% of the crows had
been killed by impact with trucks,
and only 2% were
killed by car impact.
Feeling that
the Federal Bird Pathologist’s explanation was not detailed enough, the City
then hired an Ornithological Behaviorist to study and determine the the
disproportionate percentages of Crows killed by trucks, versus car kills.
The
Ornithological Behaviorist study took 6 months, at a cost of $200,000 to the
tax payers, this is his report:
Crows often eat
road-kill or grain that spilled from farm trucks onto the roadways.
When the crows
are eating on the roads, they always post a "look-out crow" in a nearby tree, to warn of impending
danger.
The
Ornithological Behaviorist conclusion was that the lookout crow could only say "Cah", but
they could not say "Truck”.
This tidbit is from Tom and has nothing to do
with anything else
Police in Detroit last night announced the
discovery of an arms cache of 20 automatic rifles with 25,000 rounds of
ammunition, 200 pounds of heroin, $5 million in forged US banknotes, and 15
Latino prostitutes - all in a semi-detached house behind the Public Library on
Woodward Ave.
Local residents were stunned.
A community spokesman said: "We're all
shocked; we never knew we had a library."
And to end with a whimper
An Arkansas redneck won a big off-shore
fishing boat in a raffle.
"What you gonna
do with that. There ain't no water deep enough to float that big a boat
within 100 miles of here."
He says, "I won it and I'm a-gonna keep it."
His brother came over to visit several days later. He sees the wife and asks where his brother is.
She says, "He's out there in the pasture in his boat", pointing to the field behind the house.
The brother heads out behind the house and sees his brother in the middle of a big field sitting in the boat fiddling with a fishing rod.
He yells out to him, "Whatcha doin'?"
His brother replies, "I'm a-fishin'. What does it look like I'm a doin'?"
His brother yells, "It's people like you that give people from our state a bad name, makin' everybody think we're stupid.
“Yeah.” His brother shouted back, “If-n I could swim, I'd go over there and whip-yo ass!"
He says, "I won it and I'm a-gonna keep it."
His brother came over to visit several days later. He sees the wife and asks where his brother is.
She says, "He's out there in the pasture in his boat", pointing to the field behind the house.
The brother heads out behind the house and sees his brother in the middle of a big field sitting in the boat fiddling with a fishing rod.
He yells out to him, "Whatcha doin'?"
His brother replies, "I'm a-fishin'. What does it look like I'm a doin'?"
His brother yells, "It's people like you that give people from our state a bad name, makin' everybody think we're stupid.
“Yeah.” His brother shouted back, “If-n I could swim, I'd go over there and whip-yo ass!"
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