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A benefit of having my own surveillance camera in front.
Oh, how ironic, isn't it?
Now that is funny.
spot on! Good one!
That's funny and I don't care who you are. Love it.Have a fabulous day. ☺
So that's why they don't celebrate the Great Neighborhood Candy Exchange! Heeheehee! Now i wonder why they don't celebrate Christmas.
Here's a Jehovah Witness joke kinda.If you know someone who can't shut up, you can say about them "he/she can make a Jehovah's Witness say Whoa, look at the time!"
Kid: Lol. There's also this one and a true story to boot: My aunt's husband's mom, around 90+ at the time, and not all that lucid, and when she heard a knock on the door, thinking it was my aunt, opened it to find an older woman whom she did not know. Before Nana R. could close the door, the woman launched into a long speech about Jesus Christ.The woman finally paused for a breath and Nana R. said, "Who is Jesus Christ?"The woman just turned around and walked away. It's been one of those funny stories, like my baby Godson's baptism, that will live long in the annals of our family.
Jan: I would love one of those cameras. It's one of those things I want, but don't know that I really need when I have two big dogs that bark when anyone comes near the house. Besides, camera surveillance isn't as much fun as watching people scamper away as soon as they hear the 'intruder bark' coming from our big girls. I've seen people dropping a phone book in the middle of our long driveway, instead of our doorway, because they could hear the dogs in the house. Maxine, the Dobie, always follows me down the driveway when I fetch the mail. Maxine is at point, and Elke, the German Shepherd brings up the rear. I pity the fool that messes with me.
LL: Yes, dripping in irony.
Granny Annie & Kathe W : I thought so, too. Couldn't help not share, even if it might offend others.
Sandee: I love the humor, too, but sometimes I feel a conflict, though, because one of my best friends in middle school (a million years ago, but whose friendship I've never forgotten) was a Jehovah's Witness. We argued about religion and other things, but she was always a true friend in the clutch and, I, likewise to her. Just an historical segway.
Messymimi: That one is a mystery on me.
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