The Twelfth Day of Christmas
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
This author offered me
Twelve Postcard Mailings,
Eleven Questions Answered,
Ten Sassy Moments,
Nine Tips for Writers,
Eight Printed Printings,
Seven Resolutions,
Six quotes from Rescue,
Five Giveaways!
Four Christmas wishes,
Three Rescues,
Two Free Zoom Visits, and
A title for book five series…
Okay, this is it – the last one!
I just printed up some new postcards. They’re not life-altering. They won’t shatter any art achievement records. Seriously, they’re just postcards with my signature on them. But…
If you want one, leave a great joke below. It must be non-offensive, but doesn’t have to be original, and hopefully it will be funny. Enter as many times as you want, but it needs to make me laugh, groan, or at least smile a little, to be officially entered. From those, I will draw twelve random winners to receive a postcard. If I laugh hard enough that I have to share the joke with my family, then I’ll offer you a free book, but that’s a high bar to set.
This is an international contest, and winners will be announced on Saturday.
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There once were twin boys, age six, that had developed extreme personalities. One was a pessimist the other a total optimist. Concerned, their parents took them to a psychiatrist.First, the psychiatrist treated the pessimist. Trying to brighten his outlook, the psychiatrist took him to a room filled with toys. But instead of yelping with delight, the little boy burst into tears. “What’s the matter?” the psychiatrist asked. “Don’t you want to play with any of the toys?”
“Yes,” the little boy bawled, “but if I did I’d only break them.”
Next, the psychiatrist treated the optimist. Trying to dampen his out look, the psychiatrist took him to a room piled to the ceiling with horse manure. But instead of wrinkling his nose in disgust, the optimist climbed to the top of the pile, and began gleefully digging out scoop after scoop with his bare hands.
“What are you doing?” the baffled psychiatrist asked.
The little boy replied, “With all this manure, there must be a pony in here somewhere!”
I broke my finger last week. On the other hand, I'm okay.Working in a mirror factory is something I can totally see myself doing.
I toke the shell off my racing snail, thinking it would make him run faster. If anything it made him more sluggish.
You know what they say about cliff hangers...........
I actually really like chess I just thought this was kind of funny because a lot of people think chess is boring.