From ajokeaday.com
A man was walking down the street when he came across a body lying on the sidewalk. He ran to a phone and called 911.
The operator asked him where he was and the man replied, “I’m on Sycamore Drive.”
“How do you spell that?” the operator asked.
“S-i-c-k…” the man began. “No, s-i-c-a…. No, s-i-k-a…oh heck, let me drag him over to Lake Street and I’ll call you back.”
I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
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Too awful!!!
More like Elm Street….
Haha!
Is Sycamore really that hard to spell?!
Who’d have thunk it?
Sadly, that would be me. I’m a horribal
speller.
Funny one. Reminds me of a similar joke.
A husband returns home after a round of golf with his usual foursome. He looks terrible.
The wife says: “you look awful, what happened?”
The husband replies: On the second hole, Fred dropped dead from a heart attack!”
The wife says: “no wonder you look so bad. How distressing.”
The husband says: “yeah, all day long it was hit the ball, drag Fred, hit the ball, drag Fred……….
Hehehehe! Good one!
this one reminds me that laughter can be interrupted by perspective.
I laughed. hard.
my police officer husband simply replied, “great, 2 crime scenes.”
You’re right! It is all about perspective. Thanks for the smile
I think that’s the sign of someone’s who’s been in the job too long!
This is a topper … brilliant, Tilly … just up my alley.
When we were little,if we fell over when my granny was about, she would say: “Come over her and I will pick you up!”