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Friday Funnies



It's Friday and time to encourage each other with some laughs. Kim, the Queen of Fun, hosts Friday Funnies so be sure to laugh a little with her today. Here's my joke:


How I learned to mind my own business:

I was walking past the mental hospital the other day, and all the patients were shouting, '13....13....13.' The fence was too high to see over, but I saw a little gap in the planks, so I looked through to see what was going on..... Some idiot poked me in the eye with a stick! Then they all started shouting '14....14....14'...




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  1. Oh girl! That was too funny!!! You always have the best jokes!! Keep em' coming!
    HUGS!!!!
    Kim

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  2. Ouch! Like that saying..."curiosity kills a cat?" Have a great weekend sister Mary! Thank you for making us laugh every Fri. God bless you. Love you in Christ.

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  3. Oh I had to pass this one along to all the members of my household in shouting distance. You just gotta love this!

    I too, have become an avid follower of yours. Your blog looks fun and inviting and I hope you come back soon and join my family!

    Love and Hugs ~ Kat

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  4. heeeheeeheee!

    I have posted another group of awards on arise 2 write and you darling deserve them all....so jump on over and grab them.

    Love you, andrea

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  5. I've got to remember this one to share at the office next week!!!

    BTW, I finally got off my "duff" and debuted my "Over The Top" award ... thank you again sooooo much!

    Happy Friday, sweetie!

    Myra

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  6. This is so cute and so fun. I think we are all too curious sometimes. lol Also, if you would like to come to the next Az. Bloggers lunch, please email me at astrollthrulife@gmail.com Hugs, Marty

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  7. LOL Really Hard! That was so funny!

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  8. Crack up!

    Nothing like a bit of humor to put it all into perspective.

    Blessings,
    Kathleen

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