A cowboy and his wife had just been married and went to a hotel for their honeymoon.
The man went to the front desk and asked for a room.
He said, “This here’s a very special occasion…our weddin’ night, and we need a good room with a strong bed.”
The clerk winked and asked, “Do you want the Bridal?”
The Cowboy thought about it a while and then replied, “No, I guess not. I’ll just hold on to her ears until she gets used to it.”
What you should be writing is comedy. Not this joke, of course, but I can always count on your blogging for sarcastic wit that cracks me up. I wonder where you get it from?
Aunt Kathy would be my guess. Except for the hardships she had to bear for a good part of her life, I’m almost a clone.
As a matter of fact, after her funeral, Uncle Warren came to me and said, “I guess you’re the official family bitch now.” We laughed, but I’m probably more like her than anybody else.
I wish I’d had more time with her as an adult, because she was a funny lady. (Oooh boy, was she hard on kids, though.)
Wow, I am so surprised by your answer. I did not get the best of Kathy, by any means. We so need to talk, that is if your open to that. I will call you soon. Let’s consider a visit. Your place or mine. -Patti