I got one...
A:Knock. Knock.
B:Who's there?
A:Winter.
B:Oh, really, now stop it. Ha. Ha. Who is it really?
A:No, no really. It's me WINTER, open up, let me in they're after me!
B:No. Now, don't be silly, do go away. We don't have that here anymore. We wouldn't know what to do with you, anyway. Find someplace else. We're all filled up here.
A:But, wait! Remember snow?
B:Snow who?
A: Um...
B: Snow who?
A: Uh..
B: How are you going to end this joke if you don't know the answer?
A: Well..
B: Make me laugh and I'll let you in.
A: Ok...
B: So?
A: Um,orange... you glad I... didn't say Banana?
B: That's not funny.
A: Does that mean you won't sleep with me?
B: No. I won't sleep with you because you aren't good looking enough.
A: Whew!
See, I'm a riot.
Now, who's more desirable, me or Paris Hilton?
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2 comments:
You are!! Start writing your novel/memoir - we want to read it.
We liked hearing about Texas.
Carla and Angel
You are, mostly because you look good without makeup. Paris, however, requires a bulldozer to pile on enough to distract people from her lazy eye, misanthropic lips, and a figure that walking stick insects envy.
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