[On the first weekday of the month, we try our hand at humor. Many wish we would fold our hand before playing.]
A thirsty prospector in the desert visited creek after creek only to find them all dry. Sadly, he just went from one ex-stream to another.
Parallel lines have so much in common that it’s a shame they’ll never meet.
In Georgia they mix garbanzo beans, tahini, olive oil & garlic in a huge wooden bowl and serve on grits. They say it’s because they live in the Southern Hummus-sphere.
On an unrelated note, I found it really takes guts to make sausage.
Genie: What is your final wish?
Bob: I wish I were you!
Genue: That us weurd but alrught.
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Dr Bob Griffin
"Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!"