Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Tales from the Cryptic

*** My crooked uncle Izzy suffered third degree burns. Yeah, the cops held the lamp too close to his face while grilling him.

*** Since my cousin hired that cute young secretary he's been getting a little behind in his work.

*** A bum asked me for a dollar on the street. I had to say, "Sorry Mr. Iacocca, I'm busted !"

*** I read that in another initiative to fight the War on Terror, a Suicide Bomber Hotline has been established in Baghdad.

*** I just enjoyed that old Irish folk ballad, "I Thought the Road Rose to Meet My Feet, But I Had Fallen Dead Drunk on My Face!"

*** My wife still has that hourglass figure---unfortunately she's retaining sand.

*** My computer's old---the repairman said it has a grandmother board.

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