May 01, 2017

Good Morning Groanies,

Hey! It's May! Hooray! Okay, enough of that.

I had a thought the other day. I know, me thinking. Scary!

Okay, here's something to think about. Someone who works with drugs is a drugist. Someone who works in the world of cosmetology is a cosmetologist. Someone who engages in the hobby or profession of taxidermy is a taxidermist.

So if that's the case then why is it that someone who races is not known as a racist? I don't get it!

Groaningly yours,
Steve

Jokes? Comments? Questions? Email Steve

*-- Call Me An Ambulance! --*

A man, after being hurt, calls 911 for help.

Man: Operator, operator, call me an ambulance!

Operator: Okay, sir, you're an ambulance!

*-- Bug Problem --*

One night, as he finished his last beer, Joe's doorbell rang. He answered the door and found a six-foot cockroach standing there. The bug grabbed him by the collar and threw him across the room, then left.

The next night, the doorbell rang, and found the same six-foot cockroach standing there. The big bug punched him in the stomach, then left.

The same thing happened the next night. This time, he was kneed in the groin and hit behind the ear as he doubled over in pain. Then the big bug left.

The following day, Joe went to see his doctor. He explained the events of the preceding four nights. "What can I do?" he pleaded.

"Not much" the doctor replied. "There's just a nasty bug going around."

*-- Q and A Quickies --*

Q: After the flash on his camera malfunctioned, what did the devil get back from the drugstore?

A: Prints of darkness.


Q: Why did the rooster cross the road?

A: To prove he wasn't a chicken.