A Jack Handey Fable

I remember I was hammering on a fence in the backyard when Dad approached. He was carrying a letter or something in his hand, and he looked worried. I continued to hammer as he came toward me.

“Son,” he said, “why are you hammering on that fence? It already has plenty of nails in it.”

“Oh, I’m not using nails,” I replied. “I’m just hammering.” With that, I returned to my hammering. Continue reading “A Jack Handey Fable”

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Talking Dog

A guy is driving around the back woods of Tennessee and he sees a sign in front of a broken down shanty-style house:  “Talking Dog for Sale”.

He rings the bell and the owner appears and tells him the dog is in the backyard

The guy goes into the back yard and sees a nice looking Labrador retriever sitting there.  “You talk?” he asks.

Yep,” the Lab replies. Continue reading “Talking Dog”

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