I spend more time reading the blogs of others than I do actually writing my own.
So you folks out there are the ones to blame if you find my 'hit and miss' article appearances somewhat annoying. Oh yes! I know you are ALL going to deny it and after a chorus of "Who? Me?" and "WTF!" you will all, no doubt, start thinking I am carzy.
Well I'm not carzy ... just mildly lysdexic!
I get carried away by your wit, ramblings, rages and dribble so that by the time I get to writing my one masterpiece whatever buzzing back and forth between my ears has gone!
So you ARE to blame whether you believe it or not.
Pearl is in many ways the most prolific offender and must shoulder much of the blame. Living with wise-cracking and devious cats gives her more literary ammunition than most.
A Diary of A Mad Woman occasionally blows my socks off (cleaned that one up a little) with accounts of her shenanigans ... and those booby-pics are wicked too!
Hello World (a newbie) shows promise and I very often get caught up by the ramblings of A little Sprite, Bitchin' Wives Club, laughing my abs off and ... well, you can see who I follow.
But, dear reader, they are just the tip of the iceberg. As guilty of being a distraction as they most assuredly are, there are many more bloggers whose work I read that I haven't decided to follow yet, who are just as guilty.
That point made, I would like to serve you today's morsel: a joke (my favourite) which I hope will amuse you.
(The 'daddy' takes a bow and exits stage right.)
I apologise to those who feel that their religious beliefs has been ridiculed, attacked or merely dented by this affront.
But, dear reader, they are just the tip of the iceberg. As guilty of being a distraction as they most assuredly are, there are many more bloggers whose work I read that I haven't decided to follow yet, who are just as guilty.
That point made, I would like to serve you today's morsel: a joke (my favourite) which I hope will amuse you.
There was once an old man who one day wandered up to Heaven's gate and rang the bell. Jesus was on gate duty and went out to see what the fuss was about.
"Excuse me", said the old man. "Can you help me? I'm looking for someone".
Jesus scratched his head and replied "Oh! That might not be so easy. There are millions of people up here".
"No!", came the old man's reply. "It should be easy, you see the person I'm looking for has holes in his hand and his feet".
Jesus was visibly taken aback. "Father?" he asked.
The old man squinted at Jesus and asked "Pinocchio?"
I apologise to those who feel that their religious beliefs has been ridiculed, attacked or merely dented by this affront.
haha! and hey, thanks for the mention! woohoo for those who write to keep us amused. i'd be lost without the blogosphere these days.
ReplyDeleteWell done, fantastic jest.
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