How is the moon like dentures? They both come out at night.

Perfect story for Sunday Morning, a little light blasphemy for the faithful?


 

A Hunter and his Friend

One Friday afternoon, a pair of friends decided to end their work week by going camping. One was a fisherman, and the other was a priest. They had grown apart over the years, yet they always found common ground in getting out in the woods for some camping.

But the fisherman was tired of catching nothing but fish, so for this relaxing trip he thought he'd bring his hunting rifle for a change!

Now, shooting things in the woods wasn't the priest's cup of tea, but he didn't want to ruin his friend's good time. So with their camp all set up, the would-be hunter led his friend down the path to see what he could find.

Before long, a beautiful bird settled on a low branch above the trail. The hunter silently raised his rifle, lined up the shot, and pulled the trigger-- but the darn bullet missed by a mile!

"God dammit, I missed," he muttered as the bird flew off.

The priests eyebrows furrowed in consternation. "Don't use the Lord's name in vain, or He will punish you."

The hunter knew better than to make fun of his friend's faith, so he contained a grumble and moved on down the trail, the frowning priest in tow. Not a minute later, a wild boar came wandering across the path, and the hunter stopped to line up a shot.

But before he could pull the trigger, he carelessly snapped a twig underfoot and sent the startled hog scurrying! His shot got lost in the brush around the boar and he shouted, "God dammit, I missed!"

The priest glowered. "Don't say the Lord's name in vain, or He will punish you!"

The hunter muttered darkly, shouldered his rifle, and started down the path once more, the angry priest a step behind.

Five minutes later, and the friends' tempers had cooled; just in time to witness a majestic stag climb a hill and stare down at his kingdom. The hunter caught his breath. There could be no mistakes with this perfect shot. He lined up his rifle, and still holding his breath, he moved his finger onto the trigger--

A terrible sneeze exploded behind the hunter. The stag bounded away at the earsplitting sound of the priest's outburst.

Desperate, the hunter fired one last shot; and it skittered harmlessly into the grass. "GOD DAMMIT, I MISSED," he screamed in rage.

"That's it," said the priest," I warned you not to use the Lord's name in vain. Now, He shall punish you!"

And the heavens thundered and rumbled with a terrible storm, and lightning flashed down toward the friends...

And struck the priest dead.

From the heavens boomed a mighty voice:
"God dammit! I missed!"

I have a graphic design joke. It'll give you a stroke.

Now, how many of those old western movies have a central plot point like this?

  

 Two cowboys came upon a woman lying on her stomach with her ear to the ground.

One of the cowboys stops and says to the other, "You see that woman?"

"Yeah," says the other cowboy.

"She’s one of the psychics from town. Look," says the first one, "She’s listening to the ground. She can hear things for miles in any direction."

Just then the woman looks up. "Covered wagon," she says, "About two miles away. Have two horses, one brown, one white. Man, woman, child, furniture in wagon ..."

"Incredible!" says the cowboy to his friend. "She knows how far away they are, how many horses, what color, what's in the wagon -- just amazing!"

The woman looks up and says, "Ugh ... not amazing ... wagon ran ... over me ... 30 minutes ago!"

Dragonflies and Disney Princes after a South Florida Workout

There are certain things that I allow to end a workout early.

Rain, but it has to be substantial.  If I see that The Park that I workout in is under a green blob on Radar, I won't leave to get there.  If it is a big storm it is a no-go, little pop up showers are worth a chance.

High winds.  Today we had that, winds gusting to 25 MPH/40 KPH.  That picked up the sand from the beach and blew it west, inland.  It created a sandblasting effect that would wear you down.

High Heat.  I'm in South Florida, working out at Pompano Airpark.  26.247 degrees North, 80.111 degrees West.  I am used to heat.  If it drops below 80F/26C I feel "cool".  I only run the air conditioning to 76F/24C here, but it is on as a default for about 11 1/2 months in the year.

It went from Warm to Hot in an hour today.  That coupled with a rain shower and moderate to high winds, it made the last lap an uncomfortable trip.  It was a full workout of 28.19 miles.  45.36 km.

But I was wiped out and welcomed that second bottle of ice water at the Jeep.

Going home was more rain.

The rain does bring benefits.  This being The Tropics, or Tropics Adjacent depending on what your definition is, we get lots of bugs.  Rain brings Mosquitoes, and sometimes Termite swarms.  It also brings, a day after that, Dragonflies to eat the Mosquitoes and Termites.  It also feeds the little lizards and anoles that you see stuck to walls near a light.

 If you have a rain, you want to turn off the outdoor lighting for the next day or so to let the Termites find a different home.  In Florida there are two kinds of people, those that have Termites, and those who will have Termites.

I was fortunate.  Rack, the McNab SuperDog (TM) has a habit of dragging me out to the backyard about every 90 minutes during the day.  I made my lunch, then nodded off after the morning workout.  He was due to go out.  I needed to shake the drowsy off.  Waking up at 330 AM is going to pretty much require that you have an afternoon nod off, and I have been getting up early to get in an early morning workout for decades.  

I let the old boy wander the yard and look for anything he could find.  While he did that, I looked over the Bougainvillea and spotted a Dragonfly.  It was seemingly asking to have its picture taken and now I can see why people have jewelry made to look like them.  Black and yellow iridescent body with translucent wings perched on a branch in front of a flower.

It stayed there long enough to get the pictures, and for Rack to put a wet nose on my knee.  

It was time to go back inside.  It is also time to put away the black and dark shirts for the summer.  You would be surprised how fast a faded black-to-charcoal t-shirt turns to uncomfortably hot.

I have joked that my yard turns me into a Disney Prince.  I have all sorts of wildlife that visit.  My milkweed that was growing in a semi-sheltered place now had 3 monarch caterpillars on it.  Luckily I have the seeds from a prior bloom and am scattering them all over the neighborhood.

Passing the future monarchs, I went inside.  It was warm, peak of the day.  But it is just the month of May so it will get hotter.  

Hydrate when you go outside.  I know I do.  And use sunblock.  Frequently.

There’s a new type of broom out, it’s sweeping the nation.

This one reminds me of the T Shirt I see in some of those shops at the beach.  "$20 is $20".





 Ken and his wife Edna went to the state fair every year, which featured helicopter rides for $50.00. Every year, Ken would say, 'Edna, I'd like to ride in that helicopter'

Edna always replied, 'I know Ken, but that helicopter ride is fifty bucks, And fifty bucks is fifty bucks'

One year Ken and Edna went to the fair, and Ken said, 'Edna, I'm 75 years old. If I don't ride that helicopter, I might never get another chance' To this, Edna replied "Ken that helicopter ride is fifty bucks, and fifty bucks is fifty bucks.'

The pilot overheard the couple and said, 'Folks I'll make you a deal. I'll take the both of you for a ride. If you can stay quiet for the entire ride and don't say a word I won't charge you a penny! But if you say one word it's fifty dollars.' Ken and Edna agreed and up they went.

The pilot did all kinds of fancy maneuvers, but not a word was heard. He did his daredevil tricks over and over again, But still not a word... When they landed, the pilot turned to Ken and said, 'By golly, I did everything I could to get you to yell out, but you didn't. I'm impressed!

Ken replied, 'Well, to tell you the truth, I almost said something when Edna fell out, But you know, "Fifty bucks is fifty bucks!" 

I have an unemployment joke, but it doesn't work.

 Today is a "Recovery Day".  I have been training hard all year and deserve a day off.  So later, after I make cinnamon raisin bagels for breakfast this week, I'll have my feet up on the coffee table.

We will see how tomorrow goes.  After all, being over-trained is never fun.

Now this guy?  How clueless can he be?




 

 Overheard at the office coffee station


Senior Engineer: That was an awful lot of snow we got last night.
Office Manager: Yes, it was. I was an hour late after shoveling my car out of the drift.

SE: I was right on time. Here’s a photo I took of my cleaned-off car in my shoveled-out space.
OM: Wow! That’s pristine. That must have been a lot of work. You're not a youngster anymore.

SE: Not at all. My neighbor next door did it. He had it all finished by the time I drank my coffee.
OM: Nice! He must be a great neighbor.

SE: Yes, and he’s young and strong. Here’s a photo of him.
OM: Very nice-looking young man. Is the pretty woman with him in the photo his wife?

SE: Oh, no. That's the woman who visits him after his wife leaves for work.

Two Ingredient Bagels Benefit From Boil Before Bake

 You can tell when I am intrigued by a recipe or a process.  It unlocks my inner analyst, and I start getting precise with how I make the baked good.

In this case, Boiling.  If you boil a bread dough in an alkali like baking soda or lye, you end up with a Pretzel once baked.  If you cook a bread bun about 3 oz/85g after boiling, you get a rather nice Pretzel Roll.

For a Bagel, I brought up 32 ounces of water, measured, to a full boil in a narrow pot.  To that water I had added a measured tablespoon of honey. (Metric below)

The result once baked is a proper chewy crust on the bagels.  If you don't boil them, this recipe will give you something a bit odd and very crunchy on the outside.

You Must Boil These Bagels.

The one shaped like a "C" was boiled 45 seconds per side.
The bagel shaped like a "O" was boiled 30 seconds per side.

The resulting difference?  Visually nothing.

However, I have just finished that "C" with some cream cheese.  I have to say it was one of the best Cinnamon Raisin Bagels that I have had years.  It was precisely what I wanted. 

So do your boils for 45 seconds per side and see if it's right for you!

Ingredients:  

Boiling liquid:

• 32 ounces (1 liter) of water.
• 1 Tablespoon (14g) of Honey.

Cinnamon Raisin Bagels:

• 1 cup (236ml) All Purpose Flour
• 1 ounce (28g) Raisins (or to taste)
• 2 teaspoons (10ml) Cinnamon 
• 1/2 teaspoon (2.5ml) Baking Soda
• 3.25 ounces (92g) Yogurt or 5 ounces (142g) Greek Yogurt

(If you want plain, leave out the raisins and the cinnamon and choose your own add ins or none if you like, I won't judge!)

Process:

• To a mixing bowl add Flour, Raisins, Cinnamon, Baking Soda.
• Mix your dry ingredients a bit.  A Fork will do nicely.
• Add your Yogurt to the bowl and begin to mix the dough by hand.
• (Yes, I use my hands, do wash yours before you begin.)
• Continue mixing the dough until it is an even consistency.  My resulting dough was like a "Play Doh" or a soft modeling compound.  It should not be sticky.
• Form the bagels.  Take 1/2 of the dough and roll it out into a snake/cylinder.
• Attach the two ends together to form the traditional Bagel shape and set them aside.
• Repeat with the second bagel.
• Bring your Honey and Water up to full rolling boil.
• Carefully place your bagel into the boiling water for 30-45 seconds per side.

Baking:

• Set your air fryer to 360F/180C and 11 minutes.
• Place your bagels into the air fryer bucket.
• Cook your bagels for 5-6 minutes and flip to the second side.
• When 9 minutes have elapsed, inspect the bagels. 
• If they are done, remove from heat, otherwise, you still have 2 minutes on the clock!
• The bagels in this picture above were baked for 10 minutes.
• Enjoy.

How do you make a tissue dance? You put a little boogie in it.

Second day in a row with Ducks.  I sense a theme.  Better get out there and try to beat the T Storms before the Ducks get there first!



 

A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary…

As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.

After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your duck has passed away."

The distressed woman wailed: "Are you sure?

"Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet..

"How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."

The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on

in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.

The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and

strolled out of the room.

The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."

The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman..

The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$500!" she cried, "$500 just to tell me my duck is dead!"

The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $500."

I have a carpentry joke but it wooden make sense.

Everyone knows (a) Dave.  But does everyone know Dave's Dog?





Dave was a keen duck hunter and he'd been looking to buy a new bird dog for quite a while.

Dave's search ended when he found an amazing dog that could actually walk on water to retrieve a duck.

Naturally, Dave was pleased with his discovery but he was sure that his friends wouldn't believe he'd found a dog that could walk on water.

So he decided to break the news to his friend Paul, a pessimist who was rarely impressed by anything.

Hoping for once he might actually impress Paul, Dave invited him on a hunting trip to experience the dog first hand.

However, Dave didn't mention the dog's special talent, as he wanted Paul to see it for himself.

Arriving in the woods, the two men and the dog found a suitable spot by the lake and waited for some ducks to appear. And it wasn't long before some ducks flew overhead.

Both men fired their shotguns and a duck fell from the sky and landed on the lake.

The dog responded by walking across the water, without sinking, and retrieving the duck. Apart from the soles of its feet, the dog didn't get wet at all.

This continued throughout the day.

Each time a duck fell, the dog retrieved it by walking across the water, without getting wet. Determined to remain unimpressed, Paul observed everything but he didn't say a word.

On the drive home, Dave couldn't resist it any longer and he said to Paul, "Did you notice anything unusual about my new dog Paul?"

"Yes, I did", said Paul. "He can't swim."

Homemade Yogurt plus Homemade Self Rising Flour equals Two Ingredient Bagels in the Air Fryer.

I'm bending the definition of two ingredients.  

Since I am not afraid of making things from scratch, and that includes ingredients, I'm defining the recipe differently.

Homemade Yogurt plus Homemade Self Rising Flour equals Bagels.

Sort of.  Mrs B back at the Bagel Place in Cherry Hill, NJ back in the day would chuckle at these and say it's a nice try.  They "suffice".  They are not the best but they are certainly good in a pinch.

I am using Homemade Yogurt.  The original recipe calls for Greek Yogurt and works well with that.  Since Homemade Yogurt has a higher amount of liquid in it, the Greek Process makes something more like Cream Cheese than what you're used to out of a tub, you cut it back.

I find that either:
5 Ounces of Greek Yogurt or 3.25 ounces of Homemade Yogurt can be used.

Furthermore, if you have Self Rising Flour around, use it.  1 cup.

Since I don't keep the Self Rising Flour on hand, I take 1 cup All Purpose Flour and add 1/2 teaspoon Baking Soda.

That is the recipe, it makes two bagels.

Air Fry at 360F for about 13 minutes flipping at 5 minutes.

I wanted Cinnamon Raisin Bagels, and apparently that is something that the bagel shop we go to in Florida does not do any more.  

I guess Cinnamon Raisin Bagels have "Aged Out"!

To make Cinnamon Raisin Bagels, add about a teaspoon of Good Cinnamon to the dough, and 1 ounce of Raisins.  Knead all the ingredients together.

Kneading.  This starts as a dry mix, but as you knead the dough together, it gets wetter.  If this gets to be too wet, dust with flour.

Furthermore, a real bagel is boiled before baking.  That gives that shiny crust we all know and love.  If you do nothing, the crust will be crispy and even hard.  I used Olive Oil and it was approaching the right consistency but I am open to suggestions.  

Maybe I will boil them next time.  With Honey or Malt Syrup.  Hmmm.

Ingredients:

• 1 cup Self Rising Flour or 1 cup All Purpose Flour Plus 1/2 teaspoon Baking Soda.
• 5 ounces Greek Yogurt or 3.25 ounces "Regular" Yogurt.

Process:

• To a bowl add 1 cup flour.
• Add 5 ounces Greek or 3.25 ounces "regular" yogurt.
• Knead, by hand, the mixture until the yogurt has been incorporated.
• Optional - This will make a plain bagel.
• Optional - Add Ins are 1 tsp Cinnamon plus 1 ounce Raisins.
• Optional - Coat or Roll the bagels in Sesame Seeds.
• Egg Wash or Coat the Bagels with Olive Oil or Butter.
• Divide the dough in half.
• Roll out the dough into a long thin cylinder and attach the tail to the head.
• Or roll the dough into a ball and push a finger through the middle and stretch to get the traditional hole in the middle.
• Bake in Air Fryer at 360F/180C for 13 plus minutes.  

I have a boxing joke, but you beat me to the punch.

I have a habit of posting these things on the weekend, and they have found their own audience.  On the other hand, while I go out of my way to post something you could tell to a minor, no strong language, that sort of thing, I think this bends the rules.

Maybe Junior High School?  I mean I remember telling worse when I was in 7th Grade.

Meh, let me know.  On that note, I have a marathon to bicycle today.  Weather is too nice to sit inside and we're going to make Stuffed Shells for lunch.  Vegetarian, cheese, and I know this recipe is a good one.

Whatever you do, make it a good one and as John Lewis once said:

Make Good Trouble!




 10 Husbands, & Still a Virgin.

A lawyer married a woman who had previously divorced ten husbands.

On their wedding night, she told her new husband, "Please be gentle, I'm still a virgin."

" You what?" said the puzzled groom. "How can that be if you've been married ten times?"

She said; "Well, Husband #1 was a sales representative: he kept telling me how great it was going to be.

Husband #2 was in software services: he was never really sure how it was supposed to function, but he said he'd look into it and get back to me.

Husband #3 was from field services: he said everything checked out diagnostically but he just couldn't get the system up.

Husband #4 was in telemarketing: even though he knew he had the order, he didn't know when he would be able to deliver.

Husband #5 was an engineer: he understood the basic process but wanted three years to research, implement, and design a new state-of-the-art method.

Husband #6 was from finance and administration: he thought he knew how, but he wasn't sure whether it was his job or not.

Husband #7 was in marketing: although he had a nice product, he was never sure how to position it.

Husband #8 was a psychologist: all he ever did was talk about it.

Husband #9 was a gynaecologist: all he did was look at it.

Husband #10 was a stamp collector: all he ever did was... God! I miss him! But now that I've married you, I'm really excited!"

"Good," said the new husband with a massive grin on his face, "and what about me?"

"You're a lawyer. This time I know I'm gonna get screwed!

I decided that my statistics joke was too mean.

 Hey, it's Saturday!  Go on!  Go enjoy yourself, it is YOUR day!


Now, I am not going to say "Stop me if you heard this before" because I know I have.  But it is truly a good telling of a familiar story.  So do enjoy!



An 85-year-old man went to his physician for a check-up.

"So, how are you feeling?", the doctor asked him.

"Better than ever," the old man replied. "I have a 20-year old girlfriend, she's pregnant, and our baby will be born soon. So all in all, not bad, Doc!"

The doctor thought for a moment and said: "I'm gonna tell you a story. I knew a man, an avid hunter. 

One day he went hunting and by mistake, instead of a rifle, he took an umbrella with him. 

And so he's walking through the forest, when suddenly a huge bear appeared out of nowhere, and charged right at him! 

The man didn't lose his head, raised the umbrella, pressed the handle, and... the bear fell dead at his feet!”

"Well, that's impossible", the old man objected, "someone else must have shot it at the same time."

"Actually," said the doctor, "that's exactly what I'm trying to get at..."

Rack In Rim Or How I Can't Get Anything Done Without Supervision

I was out on the bike over that weekend.  My normal marathon was cut short, in fact, by half.

I have a goal.  If I ride 28 miles, 6 laps of the big gas bag, parked in the barn, in the middle of the park, I can call it good.

Oh sure, it tires me out and I end up having a nap in the afternoon, but after burning about 2000 calories in 2 hours, I am entitled.

Inline Skating the same amount of time is about 3000 calories, so I have this mindset that I'm slacking or cheating myself when I am on that contraption.

I knew this morning that there was a chance of rain.  I have a habit of taking that chance and running with it.  I need that workout, I don't even feel 28 miles in cooler weather.  Or at least what passes for Cooler Weather here in the steam bath and furnace that is South Florida.  

I measure workouts in how far I go past a marathon.  If I get rained out and it is less than a solid 27 miles at least, my records on the spreadsheet take the entry and display them in black instead of green.  Since the workouts are getting easier, that half workout of 13.38 miles was just a Lark in the Park.  Didn't even burn 1000 calories.

That's important because a normal day for me is taking in about 3200 calories.  Or more.  Afterburners are on, and I'm pretty much hungry during my waking hours.

Want that chocolate cake that I have recipes for?  Try to keep up.

I got home and after lunch I was feeling very relaxed but I remember that once I got back to the trailhead and my Jeep, stopping was a bit more "leisurely".  The brakes had gotten wet and leeched trail grit and oil onto the discs and pads.  It needed a servicing.

Luckily I have this down to about 5 minutes of active work once the tools are in place.   It makes me consider working on the Jeep's front disc brakes and whether it is a doable activity.

Probably.

Getting home, tracking mud onto the floor and setting myself up in the dining room floor, I was able to unmount the brake calipers.  Bending the cotter pin, freeing the two pads and the retaining clip.  A few strokes of sanding the pads, cleaning the disc with alcohol, and replacing the parts, I was able to get the rear brake in place.

Rear brakes get more use on a bicycle.  It was that way on my motorcycle as well.

Moving to the front wheel, My Supervisor was sleeping on the job.  Rack, The McNab SuperDog(TM) was sleeping on the job.I was able to get the job done without disturbing him.  Rack is 14, has three active cancerous lesions within his body, so he needs his rest.  I'll let you know when he slows down because he takes me for 5 miles of walks per day.

Buttoning the bike together quickly, that task was finished.  Rack snoring, I was able to get the bike task out of the way and ready for the next trip out.

Oh, and that rain?  Happened again on the next workout.  Wet Season seems early this year.  Must be an El Niño thing.

I have a quantum physics joke and I also don’t.

That one is for the Big Bang Theory fans out there.  

Or not.





While walking down the street one day a politician is tragically hit by a truck and dies.

Her soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance. . “Welcome to Heaven,” says St. Peter. “Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we’re not sure what to do with you.”

“No problem, just let me in,” says the lady.

“Well, I’d like to but I have orders from higher up. What we’ll do is have you spend one day in Hell and one in Heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.”

“Really, I’ve made up my mind. I want to be in Heaven,” says the head of state.

“I’m sorry but we have our rules.” And with that, St. Peter escorts her to the elevator and she goes down, down, down to Hell. The doors open and she finds herself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a club and standing in front of it are all her friends and other politicians who had worked with her, everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet her, hug her, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at expense of the people. They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar.

Also present is the Devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that, before she realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives her a big hug and waves while the elevator rises.

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on Heaven where St. Peter is waiting for her. “Now it’s time to visit Heaven.” So 24 hours pass with the head of state joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing.

They have a good time and, before she realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns. “Well then, you’ve spent a day in Hell and another in Heaven. Now choose your eternity.”

She reflects for a minute, then the head of state answers: “Well, I would never have said it, I mean Heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in Hell.”

So Saint Peter escorts her to the elevator and she goes down, down, down to Hell. Now the doors of the elevator open and she is in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. She sees all her friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags.

The Devil comes over to her and lays his arm on her neck. “I don’t understand,” stammers the head of state. “Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and club and we ate lobster and caviar and danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable.

The Devil looks at her, smiles and says, “Yesterday we were campaigning. Today you voted for us!”

I have a chemistry joke, but I'd get no reaction.

 I have more but they are always too caustic.  

On the other hand, ya know... this is just too good not to share!






On a long-distance train journey, a man and a woman accidentally ended up in the same sleeping cabin. Both were married, but they didn’t know each other.

At first it was a bit awkward and uncomfortable, but since they were very tired, they soon fell asleep. The man slept on the upper berth and the woman on the lower berth.

Around 1 a.m., the man woke up because it was cold. He slowly leaned down and woke the woman, saying, “Excuse me, ma’am, sorry to disturb you, but I’m feeling very cold. Could you please take out another blanket from the drawer?”

The woman smiled and replied, “I have a better idea. Just for tonight, why don’t we behave like husband and wife?”

The man was stunned! With sweets bursting in his mind, he happily said, “Wow! What a great idea! Sure!”

The woman immediately said, “Then stop being lazy… go and get your own blanket yourself!”

There was a moment of silence… and then the man let out a loud fart.