Sunday, August 15, 2010
The next day the collector tried again. "Is Fred here today?" "No, sir," she said, "I'm afraid Fred has gone for cotton."
When he returned the third day he sighed, "I suppose Fred is gone for cotton again,?" "No," the woman answered solemnly, "Fred died yesterday."
Suspicious that he was being avoided, the collector decided to wait a week and investigate the cemetery himself. But sure enough, there was poor Fred's tombstone, with this inscription: "Gone, But Not for Cotton."
Saturday, August 14, 2010
“So, how did the class reunion go?” he asked.
“Kinda fun. Some sad moments, though. Remember Lucy? I found out she died,” she answered.
“How awful! What happened?”
“She got a job at a chemical plant. Keith Simons was working there. You know what those two were like. Couldn’t think of anything but sex. Anyway, one lunch break they sneaked out to a favorite spot right in the middle of the factory and started making love. They rolled under a railing and fell right into a vat of Methyl Orange that some idiot had left open. Tragicomic, y’know.”
She paused for effect. “It reminds me of a Beatles song.”
“Huh? Which one?”
“Lucy in the Dye with Simons.”
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Although mankind has always been prone to violence, a treaty was enacted in the third millennium which expressly banned all explosives. Naturally, the next World War was fought with biological weapons. Unfortunately, all humanity was exterminated.
There remained in the North American continent, a vault which housed experimental chickens. Being sealed from all exposure until after danger passed, two of the hens managed to survive. Being the result of DNA mutation experiments, they were both quite intelligent.
The Leghorn was an avid reader and experimenter by nature but the Rhode Island Red was a only interested in the latest fashions in clothing. Unfortunately they argued constantly. Because of their different viewpoints, they just could not get along.
Finally the Leghorn solved the problem. Shortly before the War, Route 66 had been reconstructed, dividing the entire continent in half. The Leghorn took the southern half of America and the Rhode Island Red the north half.
This worked well until winter. When things got cold, the Leghorn read the proper books and learned how to build a fire. The Rhode Island Red found herself slowly freezing to death. What could she do? Her solution? During the dark of night, she crept into the Leghorn’s camp and killed her. Then she took the skin and feathers and made a stylish chicken feather coat.
Finally, at the very sunset of earth’s history, the question that has plagued mankind over the centuries was answered.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
She wanted to get to the other’s hide!
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
It just goes to show that “actors speak louder than nerds!”
Monday, August 9, 2010
While he could appreciate the courtesy accorded to a man of the cloth, the patron felt there was a certain unfairness involved, so he complained. He was somewhat mollified when the waitress explained that the monk was a member of the restaurant’s frequent friar program.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
The children started discussing what the dog's duties might be.
"They use him to keep crowds back," said one youngster.
"No," said another, "he's just for good luck."
A third child concluded. "No, silly, they use the dogs to find the fire hydrant!"
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Desperate, the shepherd began tugging them to the other side.
"Look at that," remarked Phil to Will. "That guy is trying to pull the wool over our ice!"