This made me giggle and snort both

This is my kind of joke. It's got a third grade sensibility. And it has nothing to do with any fermented grape juice I may or may not have ingested.

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The garbage man came early today. I heard his truck from inside the house so I threw on my robe and ran outside to catch him. He was pulling away from the neighbors curb when he saw me running waiving my arms.

"Hey! Wait!" I said catching up to him. "Am I too late for the garbage?"

He looked me up and down and said, "No, jump in."

Comments

Meadow said…
Oh, man. That is just wrong. LOL!
8:54 AM
V said…
I like it because it is elementarily wrong, Goddess.

Musta been, BB.
10:45 AM
Azathoth100 said…
Heh. I like it.
2:47 PM
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