Since the storm has passed and people are running around cleaning up, how about a little toilet humor.
Just a little. Suitable for all audiences, of course.
Bobby has to use the restroom.
Realizing that he has to, very badly, he raises his hand.
"Teacher, can I use the restroom?"
His teacher looked up from her desk, where she was going through the lesson plans for the day. "If you can say the alphabet correctly, then you may." she replied.
Bobby shook his head. "But I have to go, really bad!" he said.
His teacher was adamant. "Not until you recite your alphabet."
Bobby looked desperate. "A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z."
His teacher shook her head. "Bobby, you forgot P."
"No, I didn't." Bobby sighed. "It's running down my leg."
An Open Letter To My Sister, or Whatever Pops Into My Head at the Time...
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