Friday Funnies

Two tourists were driving through Louisiana. As they were approaching Natchitoches, they started arguing about the pronunciation of the town. They argued back and forth until they stopped for lunch. As they stood at the counter, one tourist asked the employee, "Before we order, could you please settle an argument for us? Would you please pronounce where we are...very slowly? The cashier leaned over the counter and said, "Burrrrrr, gerrrrr, Kiiinnnggg."

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Let me also mention that Kim will be hosting a recipe exchange on her cooking blog next week for those of you who like to try new recipes for Thanksgiving. Should be fun! I'm looking forward to participating with my cooking blog.

Comments

  1. Something tells me your sense of humor is finely tuned! I sure appreciate the "pile of smiles" you bring to us.

    Blessings, friend.

    Kathleen

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  2. Oh that joke is hilarious!! And thanks for the shout out for my fun week next week!!!
    Have a glorious day my friend!

    Kim

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  3. OMG that was fuuuuuu nnnnnnn yyyyyyy

    Happy Friday my sweet friend! I love you!

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  5. This is just tooooooo cute. I love it. Hugs, Marty

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  6. I'm busy having guests over for another week perhaps but just gotta' pop over here and not miss your FF's....Another great smile you painted on my face. Right on time too since I have tourists over!!!LOL. Have a great weekend sister and love you in Christ!
    So glad I didn't have to argue where we are...thank You Lord for GPS! :) [And Him as GPS}.

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  7. too funny. thanks for the humor. Needed to smile. It's been a tough day. Have a great weekend. Sarah

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  8. LOL! LOL! LOL!!! Boy did I need that!

    Thinking about ya and praying for you!

    Sweet Blessings!
    Jackie

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  9. Oh, that's TOO funny! Thanks ever so for a much-needed laugh today!

    Have a JESUS-filled day! ^i^

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  10. Oh my goodness, Mary!
    A number of years back, my mother and I stopped for a break in Dothan (Alabama); We, too, were debating; I asked after the pronounciation and got the strangest look, like we'd just stepped off a space ship or something. Don't recall ever getting an answer, but for the record, later learned it's "DOE-than." Thanks for the laugh!
    Hugs,
    Myra

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  11. I hope you have a LOVELY weekend!

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  12. That's great!!! Thanks for sharing! I've always wondered how to pronounce the name of that town. lol

    Have a wonderful, blessed weekend!

    Andrea

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  13. Smiles are never left lonely here on Fridays Mary! What a great joke!!!

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  14. Thanks for your kind comments. I've never made sweet potato pie, but it is delicious and a southern favorite.

    My aunt makes it from scratch, and hers is so good. I'll have to get the recipe from her.

    God bless.

    Andrea

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