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?”
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!
There’s an old saying: repetition is the mother of knowledge!!!! 😉
Also, a good joke is worth repeating!!
Happy December, Stephen! 🙂
Franklin is the smartest cement animal sculpture I know.
Yep, Franklin has your number.
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?
Gee whiz, Bumba. Am I crazy or have you used that stupid joke like fifty times before??
….Oops.