04-12-2007, 03:38 PM
Admit it. You're expecting the worst.
Maybe I won't even go past that first line. I shouldn't, because I haven't got a punchline yet. Still, sometimes you just have to march forward and trust the landmine isn't there.
Besides, it's unseemly to just let that first line dangle.
(Meanwhile Greg pushes his glasses up and wonders what the hey?).
I shouldn't. I really shouldn't.
Ohhh, let's get this over with.
Two optometrists walk into a bar.
"We'll have two beers and a glass," they say.
The bartender scrutinizes them long and hard. "Pardon me for asking," he says, "but don't you need a pair of glasses?"
"Hey, we're the optometrists here!" they shout, pulling out brass knuckles.
Then they fall suddenly silent as the rogue lapdances begin.
Ba-dum-bum...
or thud...
Maybe I won't even go past that first line. I shouldn't, because I haven't got a punchline yet. Still, sometimes you just have to march forward and trust the landmine isn't there.
Besides, it's unseemly to just let that first line dangle.
(Meanwhile Greg pushes his glasses up and wonders what the hey?).
I shouldn't. I really shouldn't.
Ohhh, let's get this over with.
Two optometrists walk into a bar.
"We'll have two beers and a glass," they say.
The bartender scrutinizes them long and hard. "Pardon me for asking," he says, "but don't you need a pair of glasses?"
"Hey, we're the optometrists here!" they shout, pulling out brass knuckles.
Then they fall suddenly silent as the rogue lapdances begin.
Ba-dum-bum...
or thud...
I'm nobody's pony.