The teacher said; “Take a pencil and paper, and write an essay with the title ‘If I Were a Millionaire.’ ” Everyone but Joe, who leaned back with arms folded, began to write feverishly.
“What’s the matter?” the teacher asked. “Why don’t you begin?”
“I’m waiting for my secretary,” Joe replied.
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.
The Laughing Housewife 
He’s positive if nothing else!
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That boy will go far 🙂
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Rich Branson?
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heehee 🙂
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EW, school jokes…
I love the report one!
Here’s one I remember Terry Wogan telling:
“Once upon a time there was an inflatable boy who went to an inflateable school with inflatable teachers. But one day he goes absolutely wild with a pin and pops absolutely everying! The head master calls him to his office and says,
‘I am so disappointed in you. You’ve let me down and you’ve let they whole school down! And worst of all, you’ve let yourself down.'”
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That’s a good ‘un! 🙂
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Loved it! If you’re going to dream, dream big.
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That’s the way to do it!
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