Q:What’s the difference between a bagpipe and an onion? A:No one cries when you chop up a bagpipe.


Yet another new follower has signed up to my little group. Welcome!


The latest dumb fashion trend. Please don’t let this catch on.


I usually have a couple of eggs in the morning. A lot of people believe eggs are bad for you, but, apparently, that  is not the case.


Do you really, really, really love pancakes? Then you will be glad there is now a 3D pancake printer.


Another pointless lawsuit.


How to clean your cat’s litter box. 




“Um, yeah, I meant to do that”





Fes el Bali is the oldest walled part in the city of Fez, Morocco. With a total population of 156,000, the area is believed to be the biggest car-free urban neighborhood in the world due its narrow streets that are only two feet wide in some sections.



Delta flight 302 flew in to San Juan, picked up passengers, and threaded one arm of Irma on the way out.


One in a million shot?



In the distant future, Uranus’s moons are destined to collide.


Cassini is no more, but its accomplishments live on.


These ladies loved the Cassini images so much that they had them made into dresses.


A man walked into a doctors office. He had a cucumber up his nose, a carrot in his left ear and a banana in his right ear. “Doc what’s wrong with me?” he asked. “That’s easy you’re not eating properly.”


A fellow got up one Saturday morning with the odd feeling at something about this day was to be different.  Something unusual WAS about to happen.  He glanced out the window at the thermometer: 33 degrees.  He went downstairs – the clock had stopped at 3 o’clock.  He picked up the newspaper and read the date: the 3rd of the month.  Threes – that was it!  He grabbed the paper and flipped it open to the racing section.  Sure enough in the 3rd race, there was a horse named Trio! The fellow hurried to the bank, drew out his life savings and bet it all on the horse to win.  The horse finished 3rd. 


A drunk stumbles along a baptismal service on Sunday afternoon down by the river. He proceeds to walk down into the water and stand next to the Preacher.  The minister turns and notices the old drunk and says, “Mister, Are you ready to find Jesus?” The drunk looks back and says, “Yes, Preacher. I sure am.”  The minister then dunks the fellow under the water and pulls him right back up. “Have you found Jesus?” the preacher asked.  “No, I didn’t!” said the drunk.  The preacher then dunks him under for quite a bit longer, brings him up and says, “Now, brother, have you found Jesus?”  “No, I did not Reverend.”  The preacher in disgust holds the man under for at least 30 seconds this time brings him out of the water and says in a harsh tone, “My God, have you found Jesus yet?”  The old drunk wipes his eyes and says to the preacher…  …”Are you sure this is where he fell in?” 


Two men, sentenced to die in the electric chair on the same day, were led down to the room in which they would meet their maker. The priest had given them last rites, the formal speech had been given by the warden, and a final prayer had been said among the participants. The warden, turning to the first man, solemnly asked, “Son, do you have a last request?” To which the man replied, “Yes sir, I do. I love dance music. Could you please play the Macarena for me one last time?” “Certainly,” replied the warden. He turned to the other man and asked, “Well, what about you, son? What is your final request?” “Please,” said the condemned man, “kill me first.


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