This joke is a silly equal-opportunity insult. But it’s funny, so I don’t think anyone will mind! (Thanks again to Gemma Forliano!)
One definition of irony is: “Incongruity between what might be expected and what actually occurs.” Well, I think it was ironic that I went to my doctor (dermatologist) two days ago with a perfectly good left foot and toe, but departed with a foot and toe that feel BROKEN!
We’re baaaaaack! And today the Grammar Cop is doing her duty despite being in pain.* (*Please see next post, which I’ll tackle after this one. 🙂 ) Here are some quick ‘n’ dirty gaffes for you today. Well, quick, anyway!
What’s a Wednesday without a laugh? Here’s a joke to liven up your day.
Long ago, back through the mists of time to around 1938, my parents had been married about a year. Ida and Sam have been gone from this earth for some time now, but I feel compelled to tell you the tale of the Fuller Brush Man’s visit.
Dear FF fans: I have decided, after much thought (2.3 seconds), to readjust the naming of my Friday Follies posts, starting next week. From now on, posts will be named as follows:
Welcome back, FF fans! Well, it seems that whenever the Grammar Cop gets low on material, she can always count on our weekly local
rag newspaper, say it with me now: The Suburban. So without further ado, here are this week’s awful aberrations found therein.