Still knocked out by bronchitis, so here’s a dumb joke I heard at church today (thanks, Ken) in lieu of a real post:
Q: How many banjo players does it take to cook a possum?
A: Four. One to cook the possum, and three to direct traffic around him.
Yet Another Unitarian Universalist, vol.1
Volume one contains entries from 2005-2010.
Dang. You could live in the Midwest if you keep this up.
Feel better SOON.
Jean — So the guy who told me this joke today… He’s a New England Yankee, but his wife was born outside the U.S. After he told the joke, he and I were laughing (silently, which is how Yankees laugh), and she looked at him and said, “Dear. I don’t understand it.” He couldn’t stop laughing. So I had to tell her, “Well, see, here in New England some people eat roadkill….” I don’t think she believed me, but there are plenty of New Englanders who would gladly pick up a dead deer alongside the road (though you have to be quick about it, because a/ technically you can’t keep even a roadkill deer without a hunting license, and b/ there’s lots of people who would just love to have their own roadkill deer to take home, and c/ you want to get the deer while it’s still warm so the meat hasn’t been spoiled — or so I’ve been told by those that do).
Uh huh. And we have a guy on our faculty, one of those crazy anthropologist guys, who actually does, um, pick up road kill. Eats it too, or so he claims.