When her husband passed away, the wife put the usual death notice in the newspaper, but added that he had died of gonorrhea.
Once the daily newspapers had been delivered, a good friend of the family phoned and complained bitterly, “You know very well that he died of diarrhea, not gonorrhea.”
Replied the widow, “Yes, I know that he died of diarrhea, but I thought it would be better for posterity to remember him as a great lover rather than the big shit that he really was.”
Ever hear the one about the blogger who refused to blog and instead relied on a shallow social networking vehicle to exhibit his wit and elicit insightful commentary?
Blog Free Springfield is an insightful voice commenting on the important issues of the day, but is easily distracted.
Blog Free Springfield is dedicated to making the community a better place, but is somewhat lacking in resolve.
Blog Free Springfield is about provoking change, incrementally and when time permits.
Blog Free Springfield is a movement comprised of free-thinking individuals committed to fighting the forces of tyranny, and belittling each other in the comments section.
Blog Free Springfield is more than just a blog, but not much more.
I get a lot of mileage out of this one:
So, I was walking past the mental hospital this morning and all the patients were in the yard shouting “Eight! Eight! Eight!”
The wooden fence was too high to see over the top, but I saw a little gap in the planks and looked through to see what all the commotion was.
A patient poked me in the eye with a stick!
Then, they all started shouting “Nine, Nine! Nine!”
Looking for Springfield | Apr 23, 2010 | Reply
I like that.
Dan | Apr 24, 2010 | Reply
Do they have to be funny? I mean, to someone besides me?
Johann | Apr 24, 2010 | Reply
Funny is subjective. You just never know.
Dan | Apr 24, 2010 | Reply
An Irishman walks out of a bar
nancy | Apr 27, 2010 | Reply
When her husband passed away, the wife put the usual death notice in the newspaper, but added that he had died of gonorrhea.
Once the daily newspapers had been delivered, a good friend of the family phoned and complained bitterly, “You know very well that he died of diarrhea, not gonorrhea.”
Replied the widow, “Yes, I know that he died of diarrhea, but I thought it would be better for posterity to remember him as a great lover rather than the big shit that he really was.”
Yellowdog | May 12, 2010 | Reply
Ever hear the one about the blogger who refused to blog and instead relied on a shallow social networking vehicle to exhibit his wit and elicit insightful commentary?
The punchline is not very funny.
MB | May 23, 2010 | Reply
“Mr. Naumovich tear down this blog”
– Ronald Reagan
MB | Jun 23, 2010 | Reply