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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Friday, December 9, 2016

Trying To Put A Little Humor In Your Day

Today,
as I was dropping off my teenage son at school,
I overheard a conversation between a
Father
and his
Teenage Daughter.
Father, "Did you study for your English exam?"
Daughter, "Dah!"
Father, "OK. What are the vowels in the alphabet?"
Daughter, "ahh...eh...I...oh...you...sometimes....why? Why Dad? Why are you asking me?"
Father, "Close enough."

A blonde grabbed a large thermos
and hurried to a nearby coffee shop.
She held up the thermos
and the coffee shop worker quickly came over to take her order.
"Is this big enough to hold six cups of coffee?"
the blonde asked.
The coffee shop worker looked at the thermos,
hesitated a few seconds, then finally replied,
"Yeah. It looks like about six cups to me."
"Oh good!"
the blonde sighed in relief.
"Then give me two regular, two black, and two decaf."

A young woman said to her doctor,
"You have to help me, I hurt all over."
"What do you mean?"
asked the doctor.
The woman touched her right knee with her index finger
and yells,
"Ow, that hurts."
Then she touched her left cheek
and again yells,
"Ouch! That hurts, too."
Then she touched her right earlobe.
"Ow, even THAT hurts." The doctor asked the woman, 
"Are you a natural blonde?"
"Why yes,"
she said.
"I thought so,"
said the doctor.
"You have a sprained finger." 

Blonde: "What does IDK stand for?"
Brunette: "I don’t know."
Blonde: "OMG, nobody does!" 

Q: Why can't a blonde dial 911?
A: She can't find the eleven.

 Why did the blonde tip toe near the medicine cabinet?
Because she didn't want to wake the sleeping pills!!
This is,
You Never See Male Dumb Blond Jokes.
Thank Goodness Too!
I Am A Natural Blond Before I Grew Taller Then My Hairline!
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.”
- Steve Martin -


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My Sister And All Special Education Teachers Are Cool 

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