I believe they call it pee mail.
Reminds me very little of the time my ex-wife walked up behind me just as I was telling a friend that before could stop by for a beer that weekend I'd have to clear it with the Dragon Lady. I said, "But Honey, it's true! Every weekend you're 'draggin' me from one mall to the next!"
Wonder why she's my ex?
We used to have a Dam Bar and Grill...
Don't forget Jimmy Blanton died at 23. He was an incredibly innovative bassist one that probably helped us move from tuba to string bass in jazz.
And the dog in my avatar is named Louie, after Louis Armstrong.
I ran into this Morgan at a local pub a couple of years ago. The guy who owns it said it was one of a few that actually survived the blitz during the war.
Would that be the Lake Murray dam? Welcome in!
I'm with Jerry. I still like to look at attractive young women, I just don't remember why...
That joke would work with whatever ethnic persuasion you chose to make fun of. Heck, I'll even use it to make fun of my co-workers...
Reminds me of my favorite photography one liner...
"I'd love to photograph you naked, would you hold the camera while I get undressed?"
I love telling jokes too but I'm afraid I'm not as good as some at it either. I have a young friend (in his late 20s) that I trade jokes with often and the ones I tell him I usually find here. Here is one he told me and I shared it on here a while back but as I said above I'm not that good at telling a joke and it didn't get many good reviews.
Two old trees are standing in the forest. The thing about trees is you either like your neighbor or you dont. If you dont like your neighbor youre in for a miserable existence because its not like you can get up and move to somewhere else. As it happens though these two trees were fast friends and had grown up together and were over 100 years old. However, even the best of friends have their disagreements.
Such was the case with these two trees because one day they noticed there was a young sapling growing up between them and they started arguing over which of them was the father.
Mr. Beech said it must be a son of a beech and Mr. Birch said it must be a son of a birch! Neither could tell which though because they were both so tall they couldnt see all the way down to where the young tree was growing.
They argued daily over this until one day a woodpecker came and landed on a branch of Mr. Beech.
Excuse me, Mr. Woodpecker, said Mr. Beech. My good friend Mr. Birch and I have been arguing for the longest time as to which of us may be the father of that young sapling between us. I say it must be a son of a Beech while my esteemed colleague says it can only be a son of a birch. Could you please fly down and take a look so we can settle our argument?
The woodpecker said he would be happy to help them out and flew down to the young sapling below.
We all know that trees are very patient beings but the woodpecker was gone for a couple of hours and even a tree knew that something like this shouldnt take a very long time.
It was getting late when the woodpecker finally flew back up to tell them what he had found out.
So Mr. Woodpecker, asked Mr. Birch, which of us is the young tree a descendent of?
Mr. Woodpecker sighed and said, Im sorry, but you are both wrong. It is neither a son of a birch nor a son of a beech.
Both of the old trees were astonished. Then what could it be? they both asked.
That, my friends, said Mr. Woodpecker, is the finest piece of ash Ive ever had my pecker in.
I posted this one here a couple of years ago. This one is near Spartanburg S.C.
I saw this on my way to a party in Aiken S.C.
I would also recommend Turkey Creek just outside of Bryson City. It's just down the hill from the Nantahala Gorge and just around the corner from the Little Tennessee River. There are supposed to be some good waterfalls nearby but I haven't had the time to find them.