Doctor: [Explaining the procedure known as an episiotomy to me and the Mrs.] Me: That don’t sound like it’s appeasing any damn body. The Mrs.: Just keep your mouth shut.

Van Morrison on a bad day: G – L – something – something – oh – GLORIA

Sorry, Les, but you’re wrong. There is another one: Knock, knock Who’s there? I ate mop I ate mop who LOL you ate your poo Another joke that doesn’t translate well when written.

Another in a series of jokes that don’t work well when written Aunt B. relays a laugh she had at a funeral. Here’s one from my life. A few years back, my great uncle Paul passed away. The funeral was a somber event, of course. And me and the other elder cousins were pallbearers. My […]