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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Cop to poet: “Did you meet her?”
Poet to cop: “I had no rhyme or reason to do so.”
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C, E Flat, and G walk into a bar.
The bartender says, “Sorry, no minors.”
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Finn McCool, the Irish writer, was out drinking to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day, when he decided, at the first ribbon of morning light, to return home. He stumbled into the kitchen to find his dog sitting at his chair, eating his morning meal. He cursed the dog and tried shoving him off the chair, to which the dog muttered something, bit him on the arm, and left.
The next day, his arm was so swollen and painful, he couldn’t write, so the Irish writer decided to go drinking again to deaden the pain. The next morning, he stumbled home, his arm throbbing and found a hare sitting at his place eating his breakfast.
“Who are you,” the writer bellowed, weaving his way toward the table. “Who the hell are you?”
The hare ignored him.
The writer drew closer. I said, “Who the hell are you?!”
This time the hare looked at him, dabbed a napkin at his split upper lip and said, “If you must know, I am the hare of the hound that bit you.”
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What did one writer say to the other when after the 14th time being nominated, he still didn’t win an Oscar?
“I guess my limitation of statues has not yet run out.”
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I once knew a writer addicted to the Hokey Pokey, but then she turned herself around. That’s what it’s all about.
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Three women walk in and sit down at the bar. Two are in street clothes, modest attire. The third is in nun’s clothing.
Bartender asks them what they are having.
The two in street clothes say, “Boilermakers.”
The nun says, “Water.”
After the third round of drinks, when the other two women start getting loud and sloppy, the bartender asks the nun why she is hanging out with these two lushes.
“They are nuns, too,” she says calmly, “They have just gotten out of the habit.”
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