Sunday, July 24, 2022

What do mice worship? Holey cheese.


Dying request

Rudy was lying on his deathbed surrounded by his stunning young wife and their three children, all boys.
Two were tall, good-looking, and athletic, but the third and youngest was short, homely, and extremely uncoordinated… 

"Darling," the husband whispered to his wife, struggling to get the words out, "Please, assure me that the youngest child is mine. I want to know the truth before I die. I'll forgive you if…"

His wife calmly interrupted, "Yes, my dearest. I swear on my mother's grave, without question, YOU are his father…"
Moments later, Rudy died peacefully…

Still by his side, Rudy's grieving widow muttered under her breath, "Thank God he didn't ask about the other two…"

Reminds me of the story that someone put in social media.  Seems that it happened on Coach in an airplane.  A Man got on with six kids.  He took the aisle seat.  

As he relaxed with a bedraggled look on his face on the buckboard that passes for a seat, he was asked by a lady across the aisle incredulously "Are All Those Kids Yours?"

Without skipping a heartbeat he said: "No, I work for a Condom Company.  These are all Customer Complaints."

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