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I was Skyping with my young Mexican tutor who lives in Honduras this morning. He told me the following joke:
¿En qué se parecen las mujeres y las canciones en inglés?
Yo tampoco lo entiendo, pero me gustan los dos.
Or in English:
How are women and songs in English alike?
I don’t understand either, but I like them both.
Seems like male / female relationships are the same in whatever culture the two genders exist.
This morning was the morning of my colonoscopy. No problems, after a year of arm twisting from my Internist I went for the screening procedure.
My girlfriend drove me there and waited with me, and then waited for me. As I was waiting my turn, for some reason behind my paper I begin to make fart noises. My girlfriend chided me telling this was not an appropriate place to be doing that. I cannot think of a better place myself. Continue reading “Okay, how old am I?”
This is for the grandkids…
When my son was but a wee laddie, say around 4 or 5 I told him the following joke:
An American was driving in France. He sees a pretty, young French woman walking besides the road. He stops besides her, opens the passenger door and asks her Continue reading “Oui, Oui”