At 05:26 PM Tuesday 7/19/2005, Deborah Harrell wrote:
> Ronn!Blankenship wrote:
> > Deborah Harrell wrote:
> >"Put down the vinegar/ Take up the honey-jar/
> >You'll catch many more flies!" Maru
> Just be sure you don't take it out of the
> honey-wagon . . .
No, that's on the "honey, do" list, I'm sure!
I am not entirely sure from that response if you are familiar with the
euphemism "honey-wagon" . . .
> No, Ma'am, It's A Puppy Maru
<scratches ear in puzzlement>
The doorbell rings and the lady of the house goes to the door. Standing on
the doorstep is a young child holding a cardboard box. The lady of the
house recognizes the child as the offspring of neighbor who is known for
her gardening and canning skills. "My mommy sent you this," the child
says, holding out the box. "Thank you," says the lady. As she reaches out
to take the box, she notices a wet stain on one corner of the box. She
touches the stain with her finger, then sticks the finger in her mouth, and
her face lights up. "Oh, your mother sent me a batch of her famous dill
pickles!" she exclaims. The child looks puzzled. "No, ma'am, it's a puppy."
Debbi
Over My Head Maru ;)
More Likely Much Lower Maru
--Ronn! :)
I always knew that I would see the first man on the Moon.
I never dreamed that I would see the last.
--Dr. Jerry Pournelle
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