People get carried away but thankfully, this thread was short.
I and two of my friends are at a convenience store buying drinks. My friend’s drink is $2.73 including tax. He hands the cashier exactly $2.73. But the cashier doesn’t take it.
I remember ages ago I was at my cousin’s watching football with a few of his friends.
What kind of pun is created for the hard of hearing? Who knows? I sure don’t. However, here is a selection copied from some random web page.
STORE OWNER: Why do my taxes keep going up?
PROPERTY ASSESSOR: Because the churches don’t pay taxes, so we have to make up the difference.
STORE OWNER: And why are there so many churches?
PROPERTY ASSESSOR: Because we’re not allowed to decide whether or not something’s a church.
STORE OWNER: (pause) Stop leaning on my altar.
The above was copied from Not Always Right, a humor site.
If attacked by a mob of clowns, go for the juggler.
I ran across this phrase while reading a recent news article:
organized turbulence
A series of comments on a recent news article.
At one firm in the 1980s our group occupied cubicles in a row near some windows. I sat in the left end cubicle next to my log-time buddy, Art. A colleague named Big Bob inhabited a cubicle several cubes toward the building’s entrance door. One day one of my shoes squeaked as I walked.
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