Infuriated, he picks the snail up and throws it as hard and as far as he
can.
35 years later he gets a knock on his door.
He opens it up and
doesn't see anyone.
Finally he looks down and he sees the snail.
The
snail asks "What was all that about?"
A Bonus:
A woman playing Golf hit a man nearby.
He put his hands together between
his legs.
Fell on the ground & rolled around in pain.
She rushed to
him & offered to relieve his pain as she was a Doctor.
Reluctantly he agreed.
She gently took his hands away.
Unzipped his pants & put her hands
inside.
She massaged him tenderly for a few minutes & asked: "How does it
feel?"
He replied: "Feels great but I still think my thumb is broken"
An Open Letter To My Sister, or Whatever Pops Into My Head at the Time...
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