It’s Saturday. Here’s a joke to tell at that house party, weenie roast, or fish fry you’re attending tonight:
Q/ What is black, white, red, and can’t think?
A\ A nun with a beet for a head.
humor | musings | fiction
Tales of whimsy, humor and courgettes
Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.
Seer of the invisible, scribe of the unwritten
The pen is mightier than the sword ...unless someone is trying to stab you with a sword. Then, it's the sword ...definitely the sword.
This is why I hate intellectuals
Food Photography & Recipes
Spanning the world with pieces of think
I'm usually okay, but sometimes I'm alright.
Empowered by guys in short pants to write whatever I want, whenever I want, for no money whatsoever.
Bigger. Bolder. Bloggier.*
The Adventures Of a Thirty-Something Life
This is Duh'Merica and we are all screwed......
Stories about country living, old houses, dirt roads, fresh air and other amusing (and possibly even inspirational) anecdotes!
and other classics
taking comedy seriously, but not too seriously
Jim Wheeler - Rational Skeptic
shit storms, shame, and stories that make you cringe
I can honestly say I didn’t see that coming. And not because I have a beet for a head.
I’m going to be honest, I stole it from a deleted scene in ‘The Office.’
Ahhhh, that Michael….!