Sun 19 Oct, 2003 05:31 am
There was once a handyman who had a dog named Mace. Mace was a great dog except he had one weird habit. He liked to eat grass, not just a
little bit, but in quantities that would make a lawnmower blush.
One day, the handyman lost his favorite wrench in the tall grass while he was working outside. He looked and looked, but it was nowhere to be found.
As it was getting dark, he gave up for the night and decided to look
the next morning. When he awoke, he went outside, and saw that his dog
had eaten the grass all in the area around where he had been working.
His wrench now lay in plain sight, glinting in the sun.
Going out to get his wrench, he called the dog over to him and said,
"A grazing Mace, how sweet the hound, that saved a wrench for me."
From Kim Commando via the Hodson family
I read that joke, loaded my gun, and went outside to shoot myself. It was such a nice day.... I changed my mind.
I feel a rift developing between Dlowan and myself. I seriously believe the days of wine and roses have come to an end. The friendship is over. The flower has bloomed and wilted. Oh well, there are other Australian babes out there.
Such is life.
I was waiting for you to find this one, Gus....heehee