
Okay, for both of you who are paying attention, this joke doesn’t work. Tuttle and Phydeaux have both been depicted wearing shoes for baseball.

Okay, for both of you who are paying attention, this joke doesn’t work. Tuttle and Phydeaux have both been depicted wearing shoes for baseball.

Based on someone I knew. Had to sperate myself from them as their hatred of hate was very hateful (and tiresome).

We have a lot of “hospitals” here I am newly discovering. Most are just surgical hospitals, so it makes sense that I didn’t deal with them in hospice.

I remember when we used to pay $2 to go to an in-school concert from some tolerable garage band. It was so much that we liked the music as that we were willing to pay $2 to skip class.

I really like bruschetta, except when it’s apparently the entire meal. Then I still want the entre.

I live in a town that finally got a Buc-Ees. I had never been in one before. Kinda interesting. Gas is cheap.

The real punchline is the final line on the horse’s sign. I don’t have a name for the horse.

I’ve been watching back through Gunsmoke on DVD. I’m in season eighteen now and it only took me ten years to get here. Great show!

I think of this whenever we sing that song. It’s a beautiful hymn, but I half expect some lunatic to object.

I have a friend named Otto who often made this joke, or one like it. This is as close as he gets to receiving credit.