Q. What's the fastest drink?
A. Milk - because it's past your eyes before you even see it!
(you have to read this one out loud)
Courtesy of Mr. B (not in the nose).
I was telling the Master about a fat, little mouse that I saw scamper in front of my car the other night.
"How do you know it was a mouse?" he countered. "Maybe it was a really small chinchilla. Or a sloth that drank too much coffee."
4 comments:
He's a sharp one. I hear his ankle is troublesome??
Goodness, he is a smart guy. A sloth? How does he even think of that?
Love the joke & the animal insight...cracked me up. I hope I didn't freak you out today by telling you that I had found your blog-but your photos are amazing. Thanks for the inspiration!! Lauri B
Ann, yes and yes. He's pretty wounded, although it doesn't seem to slow him down much!
Alisa, I have no idea... :P
Lauri, no, I'm so happy to have met you (in Real Life)! I'm glad you introduced yourself. And thanks for the kind compliment about my photography!
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