Things That Make Me Laugh

There are a lot of signs, stickers, and ribbons out there promoting breast cancer awareness. But the best one I've seen to date is a pink bumper sticker which showed two pasties and below the pasties were the words, "Save the Ta-Tas". Somehow, every time I think about that sign, I laugh. So now when I go in for my yearly phyiscal, instead of a breast exam, I'm going to ask for a ta-ta exam. : ) If I'm paying for it, I'll call it whatever I like.

The other day my husband and I were discussing some of the South American countries like Brazil and Columbia. I'm not sure how we got onto this subject. But during our conversation, my husband mentioned something about the "city" of Peru. When I pointed out that Peru is a country, my husband said, "Whatever. It's all one big Spanish continent to me." I laughed because I think that's how many Americans would respond. We're not exactly known for our geographical education. But somehow I think American's would be highly offended if someone mistakenly pointed at the US on a map and called it Canada. Sad but true.

Grafitti, as seen on an overpass near Gainesville, "Dan is a farking, laying, whoor basterd." Now I know our school system is not the greatest, but when kids are misspelling swear words, you know the education system is REALLY in trouble. I'm guessing someone had to repeat a grade. Or two. Maybe not.

Two jokes I saw in a local coffee-news paper:
1. An artic explorer came face to face with a polar bear. Afraid of being eaten, he fell to his knees and started praying. When the polar bear knelt down beside him and started praying too, the man shouted, "It's a miracle!" The polar bear opened one eye and said, "Don't talk while I'm saying grace."

2. Two idiots were hunting in the woods when they lost their way. Stanley had read that when lost, you fire three times in the air and help will come. So he did. Nothing happened. An hour later, he fired three more times. After another hour his friend told him to try a third time. "Okay," said Stanley, "but we're almost out of arrows."

Finally, when I was at the grocery store, I overhead this conversation between father and daughter:

Dad: "Ok honey, which cereal did you want?"
Daughter: "The good kind."
Dad: "Which kind is that?"
Daughter: "The kind that mommy says is good."
Dad: "Ok. Do you know which one Mommy says is good?"
Daughter: "The one that I don't like."
Next I heard the sound of a cell phone being dialed, and the Dad saying, "Please let mommy pick up. Please let mommy be home."

Since these little things brightened up my week, I thought I would share them with you.

Have a great weekend!