A happily married man had only one complaint, his wife was always nursing sick birds.
One November evening, he came home to find a raven with a splint on its beak sitting in his favorite chair. On the dining room table there was a feverish eagle pecking at an aspirin while in the kitchen his wife was comforting a shivering little wren that she found in the snow.
The furious spouse strode over to where his wife was toweling down the cold little bird. "I can't take it any more! We've got to get rid of all of these darn..."
The wife held up her hand to cut him off in mid-curse:
"Please Dear," she said, "Not in front of the chilled wren."
Happy Blogging!!!!!!!!!!
Kay
"...these darn _____"
ReplyDeleteOaths are distinctly less mild in my household.
Groooaaannn! You get a special citation for this one! (Citation... that's one of those things the traffic cop hands you...) Srsly, you got your very own link from the YSS to this awful groaner.
ReplyDeleteOh cripes.
ReplyDeletethat's a cute one :)
ReplyDeletethat's a cute one :)
ReplyDeleteNow that is a classic Kay!
ReplyDeleteWas that a chilla thrilla? Grooaann.
ReplyDeletegood god....
ReplyDeleteP.S. Why don't we have tip jars on our blogs? I find more and more of them in my travels....
ReplyDeletearggggggggggggg.........and a groan too. LOL
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