Friday, November 27, 2009

If you are laughing, i hate to tell you, but you are dork just like me...

The other day, when I went to grab the mail I noticed that there was something odd. Lately we have been receiving a lot of mail for my recently deceased Grandmama, since this was the forwarding address we gave. But something even more untimely was in there. There was a solicitation addressed to my Grandfather who died about 13.5 years ago. Now, to me this seems like an egregious lack of record keeping, but no matter. In honor of my Grandfather, who is apparently still cool enough to get mail. I present you with his favorite joke. (For those of you who haven't caught on, y'all get jokes when i am pressed to meet my deadline.)

I apologize in advance to any native american readers...but its a great joke.

There was once an indian chief and he had three wives, all of whom were pregnant. Not wanting to live in a house with 3 pregnant women, the chief built each woman her own teepee.

When the time came for the wives to give birth, the first wife, who lived in a buffalo skin teepee, had a son. The second wife, who lived in a bear skin teepee, also had a son. The third wife lived in a hippopotamus skin teepee (Dont ask how native americans got hippo skin. I dont know.) She had twin boys.

So what do we learn from this family?

That the sons of the squaw of the hippopotamus are equal to the sons of the squaws of the other two hides.



...apparently corniness is genetic.

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