I was walking past the mental hospital the other day,
and all the patients were shouting, ’13….13….13.’
The fence was too high to see over, but I saw a
little gap in the planks, so I looked through to see
what was going on…..
Some bastard poked me in the eye with a stick!
Then they all started shouting ’14….14….14’…
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Nancy, I think I will wear safety goggles from now on. Thanks for the tip.
Curiosity killed the cat.
On the other hand, nothing venture, nothing gain….
Hahah . . well that’ll teach you for being a peeping Tom! Nancy we know that satisfaction brought it back! Happy Thanksgiving to you. I’d wish it on your own blog IF YOU HAD ONE!
Nick – Mind that eye! 😉
Baino – Nancy is away all week for a family Thanksgiving. No doubt she will play catch up when she returns.
Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a good night…
Grannymar, as someone who is pretty precious about her eyes I can’t but concede that this joke is so awful, so painful, so hitting the spot, I can’t stop laughing.
Greetings from No 15
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Ouch!
Grannymar
I was going to tell you what I think of this joke but then I decided to…
mind my own business!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING DAY to Nancy
Good story Grannymar. A few years back a doctor got caught peeping through a hole into the ladies bathroom in his office. The ladies suspected it and put graphite over the hole ,so when the doctor’s eye was pressed against the hole his eye turned black, the ladies set him up and he came out with a black graphited eye.
Moral of this story—KILL THE BASTARD!
Hello Everyone,
I know most of you don’t celebrate what we call Thanksgiving Day, but I want you all to know that my “Grannymar” friends are what I am thankful for today.
You are here almost every day to share ideas and jokes and recipes with each other and with me so Thank You for being here and thank you, GM, for giving us this space to reach out to each other…..
Greeting to all from Chicago, U.S.A.
A drunk sitting on top of a disused well keeps muttering “fourteen, fourteen, fourteen’, when a passerby asks him what’s going on. He simply continues to say “fourteen”. The passerby stops him and says, “here, let me teach you, after fourteen it is fifteen, after that, sixteen and so on. Now repeat after me, fifteen?” – the drunk looks up at him and points down in the well and says, just look there. He does and the drunk pushes him inside and says, “fifteen, fifteen, fifteen”.
Doh! My eyes feel sore!
Happy Thanksgiving to those whom it may concern.
Sorry folks it had been a busy day here.
A Happy Thanksgiving to all our American Friends
and indeed to all who visit Grannymar Gables and join in the fun.
Grannymar, thank you for the “kind words” and your “entertainment” everyday.
Too funny! Hope y’all had a great day! Me, I’m beginning to NOT like Turkey! Turkey yesterday, turkey today, and yes, left over turkey for tomorrow! Now I remember why turkey is only cooked once a year!
Rummuser, HaHa I believe you made that joke up. Teaching the drunk that fifteen comes after fourteen.
The drunk kept muttering fifteen, fifteen, fifteen. I came up & pushed him in the well. End of joke.
BHB, come on! Rummy wants to be #15, do not be so mean to him.
Rummy I hope it was a soft landing!