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Wednesday, February 28. 2007

Joke of the Day

Two Swedes from Wisconsin are sittin' in a boat on Dead Lake, fishing and suckin' beer, when out of the blue Sven comments, "I think I'm going to divorce my wife. She hasn't spoken to me in over six months."

Ole takes a sip of beer and says, "You better think that over. Women like that are hard to find."
Posted by Bird Dog in The Culture, "Culture," Pop Culture and Recreation at 13:52 | Comments (3) | Trackbacks (0)

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A joke but not a joke for so many.

I can recall the days when my wife and I walked hand in hand on the moonlite beach,surf gently ebbing at our feet.
No words were necessary.

Twenty eight years later and we are still committed to the sound of silence, easy chair gripping at our rumps, the only sounds heard are an occastional flatus or snort as we're jolted from near slumber. We look into each others eyes and with unspoken love wonder how we got so damn old.

Youth is wasted on the young. ( a stolen line, attriipution up for grabs)
#1 Habu on 2007-02-28 18:01 (Reply)
Sweet.
#2 BD on 2007-02-28 18:47 (Reply)
I got a Swede. 25 years this year. Still love to see him walk into the room!
#3 apple pie on 2007-03-01 10:18 (Reply)

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