A mama mole, a papa mole, and a baby mole all live-in a little mole hole.
One day the papa mole sticks his head out of the hole, sniffs the air and says, "Yum! I smell maple syrup!"
The mama mole sticks her head out of the hole, sniffs the air and says "Yum! I smell honey!"
The baby mole tries to stick his head out of the hole to sniff the air, but can't because the bigger moles are in the way so he says, "Geez, all I can smell is
Molasses
"Joan E." ,in rec.crafts.textiles.needleworkwrote: and entertained us with
Joan, what we gonna do wid ya ???
Punnish her, of course!
RD&H
And YOU too !
Moi?
I'm nowhere near as bad as Fred. Or Gillian.
Even funnier as I am reading a book on rum - which is made from molasses!
C
I didn't say a thing...anyway I knew that one, and kept it to myself!!
Gillian
Geeeeeeeeesh and we don't even have a full moon yet!
Fred
No you didn't but sometimes your puns can be like Boaz before he married Ruth
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *Duckin 'n' runnin.
Fred
A marine biologist developed a race of genetically engineered dolphins that could live forever if they were fed a steady diet of seagulls. One day his supply of the birds ran out, so he had to go out and trap some more. On the way back, he spied two lions asleep on the road. Afraid to wake them, he gingerly stepped over them. Immediately, he was arrested and charged with transporting gulls across sedate lions for immortal porpoises.
"Fred" ,in rec.crafts.textiles.needleworkwrote: and entertained us with
Bruuuce!
And Bruce is getting right up there in their league with his latest groaner!!! LOL!
Joan
ROTFL! Ooooh, Bruce, that was *horribly* funny!!!!
Joan
WE've got competition, Fred!!
Gill
Gill Murray ,in rec.crafts.textiles.needleworkwrote: and entertained us with
Here's another one for you !
Did you hear about the Baptist Cowboy?
A cowboy from Texas, who is now living in Wyoming, walks into a bar and orders three mugs of Bud.
He sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more.
The bartender approaches and tells the cowboy, "You know, a mug goes flat awhile after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time."
The cowboy replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in Arizona , the other is in Colorado. When we all left our home in Texas, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I'm drinking one beer for each of my brothers and one for myself."
The bartender admits that this is a nice idea, and leaves it there.
The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way. He orders three mugs and drinks them in turn.
One day, he comes in and only orders two mugs.
All the regulars take notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss."
The cowboy looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in his eyes and he laughs. "Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he explains,
"It's just that my wife and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking. . .?
". . .Hasn't affected my brothers though."
Finally - a not painful one! Thanks, Sheena.
Ellice
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