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Re: Eardley, Darling.....
You remingeg me of a very old joke:A kindergarten teacher to asks her students to describe what they did over the weekend.
Jane: “I went to my nanna’s house.” “No Jane,” corrected the teacher, “you went to your grandmother’s house."
George: “My dad bought me a choo-choo.” “No,” corrected the teacher, “Lets try to talk like grown-ups. He bought you a toy train.”
Johnny: “I read a book.” “Very good and what book did you read?” Johnny thought hard: “Winnie the Shit.”
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Heheh, that story was my morning laugh. :)And now, I dedicate this poem to the person who inspired this thread:Dear Anna Poo,
How do you you do?
You've made your mark in this venue.
And how, you ask? Well's here a clue:If I actually gave a poo
For what you think or what you do...
I promise you,
You'd be the first I'd give it to.Merci beaucoup.-- Nanaea
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Poem, sans typosDear Anna Poo,
How do you do?
You've made your mark in this venue.
And how, you ask? Well here's a clue:If I actually gave a poo
For what you think or what you do...
I promise you,
You'd be the first I'd give it to.Merci beaucoup.-- Nanaea
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