It was a couple of days after Thanksgiving, and I was feeling blue again. So sad and blue did I become that I went in search of wisdom and advice from a cement animal structure.
Yes. I went to consult with Franklin, the cement elephant so highly renowned and admired for his pachydermal perspicacity.
As I approached the great cement pachyderm, he spoke to me.
“Welcome Bumba!” he called.
I could not believe my ears! He, Franklin, the cement elephant, this lifeless, senseless, inert animal sculpture knew my name!
“Am I crazy?” I asked, “Or did that cement animal sculpture just talk to me?”
Franklin: “Well, which question do you want me to answer first?”
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Gee whiz, Bumba. Am I crazy or have you used that stupid joke like fifty times before??
….Oops.
No joke like an old joke. The worse they are the funnier they get. Or maybe its on-set senility. Who cares? Cheers, Bumba.
Thank you. Now I can use that joke again!
Go for it. I won’t remember either that you’ve used it before.
What joke?
Yep, Franklin has your number.
Franklin is the smartest cement animal sculpture I know.
There’s an old saying: repetition is the mother of knowledge!!!! 😉
Also, a good joke is worth repeating!!
Happy December, Stephen! 🙂
Are those the Tar Pits? A blogging friend in CA has shared them a few times. You can find her here:
http://breathelighter.wordpress.com/
Yes., And thank you for the link. All the best!