January 10, 2018

Good Morning Groanies,

As winter rolls along that uncomfortable feeling of cabin fever begins to set in. The need to get out of the house has become very important.

So I took Jack to the mall for a change in the sights, smells, and sounds. What a mistake that was.

The mall is nothing more than an area for herds of mindless, booger-eating mutants to shuffle around in search of over-priced crap that Goodwill wouldn't even take off your hands. It's a place to parade your name-brand clothes, unique hairstyle, and your hip, happening attitude, all the while Facebooking and Tweetering to let the other nitwits know that the new duds you picked up are "sick" or whatever the kids are saying these days and that $20 White Chocolate Mocha Frappuccino is "radballs". (The kids say "radballs", right?)

Do me a favor... steer clear of the mall. It's truly hell on Earth.

Groaningly yours,
Steve

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*-- Q and A Quickies --*

Q: What did the alien say to the garden?

A: Take me to your weeder.


Q: What kind of key opens a banana?

A: A monkey!

*-- Nervous Nail Biting --*

Two older ladies were discussing their husbands over tea.

"I do wish that my George would stop biting his nails. He makes me terribly nervous."

"My Herbert used to do the same thing," the older woman replied. "But I broke him of the habit."

"How?"

"I hid his teeth."

*-- More Q and A Quickies --*

Q: What's a bee's favorite song?

A: Stinging in the Rain.


Q: What do you get if you cross a turtle with a porcupine?

A: A slowpoke.