T.G.I.F.F.
Blame Memphis Steve, he started dumb joke day today. . . . .
Anyway, this reminds me of my visit with the
Psychic Dumb Dumb.
(If you havent had a reading, try it for fun)
Jennifer visited a psychic of some national repute.
In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball,
the mystic delivered grave news:
"There's no easy way to say this,Ma'am, so I'll just be blunt :
prepare yourself to be a widow.
Your husband will die a violent and horrible death within the year."
Visibly shaken, Jennifer stared at the woman's lined face.
Then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands.
She took a few deep breaths to compose herself.
...With a visible effort, she steadied herself...
...met the fortune teller's pitying gaze..
and in a quavering voice, asked:
"Will I be acquitted?"
That's me!!! That's me!!!
(I used the name Jennifer as an alias!!!)
;)
BWAAA HAA HAAA
This is a great post. Have a great weekend.
Stacy scares me sometimes. Poor girl doesn't know her own name.
Peanut Queen...Jennifer..."You're such a bitch sometimes!!"
Oops...sorry, that last one is usually reserved for The Peanut King when he's...or we're...having a bad day! ;)