Ol’ Abe and his axe.
After years of chopping down trees, Abe came to his first flower garden and, honestly, wasn’t sure what to do. It was the first time in a long time he had had to axe himself a question. So, he stood and stood and stood, and waited for the answer.
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The mustache disguise.
In order to escape a man named Stan, who said he only wanted to give her a glass unicorn because it reminded him of her, Stella the Unicorn started wearing a mustache disguise.
Stan said the glass unicorn was only a metaphor, nothing more.
Stella said it was a mixed metaphor, as well as a mixing of plays, which was something Stan didn’t understand.
More’s the pity, Stella thought, because Stan was kind of cute in that lumpish way human males were. But that wasn’t the point.
Stan, unlike her fake mustache, could grow him, but Stella knew it wouldn’t lead to anything lasting. It never did with humans.
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First writer, pointing to his t-shirt: “See what it says?”
Second writer nods.
First writer: “It says, ‘will writer for food.'”
Second writer: “So whom are you going to write first?”
Whom will he try to write for food first? Will it work?
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Sometimes love is literally on the rocks. Or, at least spelled out on them.
With something like this you could “fall in love.”
Or, love is just a stone’s throw away.
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Would you buy a yard (of anything) from this “man”?
Does this mean that all the best buys have already been “picked clean”?
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Unable to go to sleep before a big anatomy test, the veterinary student got up and mapped out the horse bones … on the side of a horse.
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Sometimes, a relationship just doesn’t hold together.
The man in the waders
by David E. Booker
The man in waders
met the woman in half.
When others saw them,
they thought they were daft.
They met at the creek,
down by the water’s edge.
It was a salvage operation
of the heart it is said.
She could not say
where her lower half went.
Like a little mermaid
she was half woman, half rent.
The relationship didn’t last.
Alas it is said,
the fact she had no bottom
went straight to his head.
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Somebody’s hoppin’ mad … or crazy.
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It takes a village to mulch a park.
Pick up a pitch fork and come pitch in.
Bring a rake — we’ll show where to begin.
Bring a wheelbarrow to move stuff around;
there are weeds to pull and mulch to lay down.
From 2 to 4 come down to ONK park.
We’ll work some, but not up to dark.
Stop by on Sunday with your pair of gloves
and show this little park a lot of love.
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