A LITTLE HUMOUR
Hi everyone. had busy few days. Now im going to Melbourne tomorrow for a few days with Gwen comming along to keep me company on the trip "thank you Gwen" staying at my daughter Joanne's for a few days . My granddaughter Emily( Gary's and Christine's )daughter is making her Debut on friday night which im looking forward to attending with all the family.I will take lots of photo's to show on my return. also visiting my very sick brother,Doing a little shopping buying a new printer, before we return home for me to have tests done in hospital on Wednesday. I will be back to visit you all as soon as possible . stay safe stay well.. Jen.
Now to finish off with a few jokes
Jimmy had been playing for twenty years but never had a hole-in-one.
First, she called on little Suzie, who responded with, "My father bought my mother a beautiful dress and she looked beautiful in it." "Very good, Suzie," replied the teacher. She then called on little Michael. "My mommy planned a beautiful banquet and it turned out beautifully," he said. "Excellent, Michael!"
Then, the teacher called on little Johnny. "Last night, at the dinner table, my sister told my father that she was pregnant, and he said, 'Beautiful, just beautiful!'"
The bartender tells him the drunk is Mr.Murphy and asks the man if he could drive Mr. Murphy home. Being a good Samaritan, the man agrees.
The bartender writes down the address and gives it to him.
The man walks over and tries to wake Mr.Murphy but Mr. Murphy is groggy and quite drunk.
The man helps Mr. Murphy to his feet and Mr.Murphy falls to the floor in a heap. "Jeez," the man says wondering how anyone could drink so much. He takes Murphy by the arm and practically drags him out to the car.
Once there he leans him against the side of his car while he looks for his keys. Mr. Murphy slides down to the ground. The man finds his keys and manages to get Murphy positioned in the car.
He then drives to the address the bartender gave him. He opens the passenger door and helps Mr.Murphy out and the guy falls to the ground.
Cursing softly now, the man helps him to his feet and practically drags him to the front door.
He lets go of Mr. Murphy to knock on the door and the guy falls down again.
He helps him to his feet as Mrs. Murphy answers the door.
"Hi, Mrs. Murphy?
Your husband had a little too much to drink tonight so I gave him a ride home." "That was nice of you," she says, looking around, "But....where's his wheelchair?"