The Silly Side #27

The silly sideWhere there’s a will, there’s a relative.

My dyslexia has just hit a new owl.

I went on a once in a lifetime holiday.
Never again.

I’m addicted to brake fluid, but I can stop whenever I want.

Don’t you hate it when people answer their own questions? I do.

I was at the bar the other night and overheard three very hefty women talking. Their accent appeared to be Scottish, so I approached and asked, “Hello, are you three lassies from Scotland?”
One of them angrily screeched, “It’s Wales, Wales you bloody idiot!”
So I apologized and replied, “I am so sorry. Are you three whales from Scotland?” And that’s the last thing I remember.

I saw two kids fighting the other day, and as a mature and responsible adult, I had to step in. They didn’t stand a chance.

Exaggerations went up by a million percent last year.

Velcro – what a rip-off.

I have kleptomania, but when it gets bad, I take something for it.

Where would we be without rhetorical questions?”