That was a depressing title!
Here is a joke:
A little old lady answered a knock on the door one day, only to be confronted by a well-dressed young man carrying a vacuum cleaner.
"Go away!" said the old lady. "I haven't got any money!" and she proceeded to close the door.
Quick as a flash, the young man wedged his foot in the door and pushed it wide open. "Don't be too hasty!" he said. "Not until you have at least seen my demonstration."
And with that, he emptied a bucket of horse manure onto her hallway carpet.
"If this vacuum cleaner does not remove all traces of this horse manure from your carpet, Madam, I will personally eat the remainder."
"Well," she said, "I hope you've got a good appetite because the electricity was cut off this morning."
Look at the treasure I found this week at my favorite thrift store!
6 copies of Life Magazines from 1960.
One has an article called ‘Help, my neighbor is a negro.’
Kid you not.
I am excited to look at the pictures.
P.S. Gary has fuzzy dice in his car.
What do you think that says about him?
I told him it says he is trying
to pick up pretty girls on his way home from work.
He said he doesn’t care if the girls are pretty or not,
he just wants them to be rich so he can quit his job.
Goodness, I love him!
I should go make him some dinner.
Or maybe I should really show him that I love him
and order out…