Monday, November 28, 2011

Monday, November 21, 2011

Minding Your Own business

How I learned to mind my own business:
I was walking past the mental hospital the other day, and all the patients were shouting, "13...13...13."
The fence was too high to see over, but I saw a little gap in the planks, so I looked through to see what was going on. 
Someone poked me in the eye with a stick, then they all started shouting, "14...14...14."

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

When I die...

When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car.

Saturday, November 5, 2011