On a distant planet, the dominant population was obsessed with dental hygiene due to the fact that they had three complete receding sets of mandibles. They were so concerned with maintaining their teeth, hat the custom was to floss several times a day.
To achieve this goal, they grew a floss plant from which the fibers were extracted to make the necessary product.
Being a scientifically advanced species especially in the area of genetics, they developed a sub-species of workers by using their own genetic print as a starting point.
These clones were specifically designed to harvest the plants, but were deficient in other areas such as intelligence. As long as they were supervised, they did a good job. However, if left unattended, they would usually wander aimlessly off.
From whence comes one of their favorite expressions . . .
A strolling clone gathers no floss.
Hope y'all are having a great day!!!!!!!!!
Happy Blogging!!!!
Kay
Haha Kay a first class awful joke!
ReplyDeleteThat's a good one :)
ReplyDeleteThat was almost painful!
ReplyDeleteOooooh groan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.
ReplyDeletethat's it---we're officially over.
ReplyDeleteAt least I'd never heard it! :) Where on earth did you dig that one up? (Okay, it's kinda cute.)
ReplyDeleteGad, that was bad! But, entertaining.
ReplyDeleteOh My so bad it's good...
ReplyDeleteShe never heard the Gunshot!!!!
ReplyDeleteAs long as the didn't run across a Molar Bear they would be OK!
AWESOME ONE KAY!!!
J
Worst day of my life. Gave the cat a bath last night. Still trying to get the fur off my tongue.
ReplyDelete