Adrienne’s word for this week is Rain
…man is snoring. He went to bed and bumped his head and couldn’t get up in the morning.
Oooh! that old school yard skipping song reminds me of a joke that amused me greatly recently.
Want to hear it?
I’ll tell you anyway:)
FISHING
The rain was pouring down and there was a big puddle in front of the pub.
A ragged old man was standing there with a rod and hanging a string into the puddle.
A tipsy-looking, curious gentleman came over to him and asked what he was doing.
‘Fishing,’ the old man said simply.
‘Poor old fool,’ the gentleman thought and he invited the ragged old man for a drink in the pub.
As he felt he should start some conversation while they were sipping their whisky, the gentleman asked, ‘And how many have you caught?’
‘You’re the eighth,’ the old man answered.
LOL – good one! Thanks for the early morning laugh.
cute!!
Ha! That’s just the kind of joke my father In Law would have loved. I can hear him laughing at it now 🙂
Ah yes, I remember that tune! Love the joke, too.
LOL! That prompted a badly needed chuckle!
That’s made me smile! I have a brother with fishing tendencies and an ear for a good story – I’ll try it out on him.
That’s a new one on me! LOL!!