2010-08-26 / Columns

Before I Get “Seniler”

by Bill Whitson

Dear Ann Landers

My twin is in jail again. And my father is a registered child molester. But my question for you is should I admit that I once worked for TXU.

A Real Man

Uses A Bandana

Hankies are for sissies. A Kleenex is good to blot. But it’s not for what I’ve got.

Nothing To It

When Jonah landed on dry ground, he exclaimed, “It’s easy to escape from the belly of a whale. Just plug his blowhole and wait for him to exhale.”

Summer Time

Calves know their mother’s scent. The cows bunch together under shade trees when the sun is hot. But calves get lost in the mixed exhaust.

You Name It

She said, “You just married me for my body. You don’t love me for myself.” He replied, “But Dear, I love you for whatever is left.”

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