tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346830305687186778.post7633192401742271609..comments2023-10-18T06:20:09.433-07:00Comments on cul de sac: Slowing Downrichardcthompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02176282831210054050noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346830305687186778.post-58636820958464849672008-03-10T17:56:00.000-07:002008-03-10T17:56:00.000-07:00Thanks for all your jokes, they're greatly appreci...Thanks for all your jokes, they're greatly appreciated. Except for Mike, who barely even tried to make a joke.<BR/> <BR/>The most popular joke in our house the last few years is a knock-knock joke, and it's better heard than read. But it goes like this:<BR/><BR/>Knock-knock.<BR/><BR/>"Who's there?"<BR/><BR/>"Interrupting cow."<BR/><BR/>"Interrupting c-"<BR/><BR/>"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"<BR/><BR/>"-ow who?"<BR/><BR/>Our internet connection seems ok for now, and in two weeks we're getting FIOS, whatever that is. I think it's like super-speed, and it just makes me tired.richardcthompsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02176282831210054050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346830305687186778.post-7518446705083586902008-03-09T14:02:00.000-07:002008-03-09T14:02:00.000-07:00Oh, I'd definitely take superspeed. Get the proje...Oh, I'd definitely take superspeed. Get the projects done faster and then read more.Mike Rhodehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14551914909843150387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346830305687186778.post-76359766733902725682008-03-08T18:46:00.000-08:002008-03-08T18:46:00.000-08:00Was chatting on the phone this morning with a cust...Was chatting on the phone this morning with a customer, a woman of 70 whose house I work on. (Would simply call her "an elderly woman" — except she generally strikes me as younger than a lot of people half her age, like me.) We were talking schedule matters for a little project I'm supposed to start next week, as we've both just lost people yesterday — she a dear friend, I an older relative. Before she lets me go, she says, she has a joke for me, and proceeds to give me the great old bit about the fellow at the ball game whom somebody looking to score a better seat asks about the empty spot next to him. "Oh, that's my wife's seat," he says with a sad look, "You know she always used to come with me to see the game, before she passed away." "And now you come alone — no friend or family member who can come along in her place, I guess?' "No, no — I'm glad for one of them to join me of course. But they're all at the funeral."<BR/><BR/>She cracks me up!paul bowmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17409615610994443652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346830305687186778.post-49627883710235702532008-03-08T13:51:00.000-08:002008-03-08T13:51:00.000-08:00Why are women so bad at math?*Holds thumb and inde...Why are women so bad at math?<BR/><BR/>*Holds thumb and index finger apart 3 inches.*<BR/><BR/>Because men keep telling us this is six inches.here today, gone tomorrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17203537337770906267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346830305687186778.post-44320200277426095822008-03-08T05:26:00.000-08:002008-03-08T05:26:00.000-08:00So this turtle gets mugged by a gang of snails. H...So this turtle gets mugged by a gang of snails. <BR/><BR/>He's beat up pretty bad. The cops show up, and ask the wild-eyed turtle, "Do you remember anything about your attackers?"<BR/><BR/>"I don't know," the turtle says. "It all happened so fast."Dustin Harbinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14253514663240977750noreply@blogger.com