this week's guffaws

Sunday evening is upon me, and I'm still in a pretty good mood from our low-key weekend. The to do list is calling to me, though, so I'm sorry to say that I'm only taking a few minutes to put up a couple of little funnies. Consider a guffaws-lite kind of entry.

I was in a coffee bar yesterday when I suddenly realized I desperately needed to fart. The music was really, really loud, so I timed my farts with the beat.

After a couple of songs, I started to feel better. I finished my coffee and noticed that everybody was staring at me.

Then I suddenly remembered that I was listening to my iPod.

Hee hee. Sorry my humor level is just about the same as a 9 year old boy, it seems. If flatulence isn't your cup of humor tea, how about alcohol and religion.

An Irishman goes into the confessional box after years of being away from the Church. There's a fully equipped bar with Guinness on tap. On the other wall is a dazzling array of the finest cigars and chocolates. Then the priest comes in.

"Father, forgive me, for it's been a very long time since I've been to confession, but I must first admit that the confessional box is much more inviting than it used to be."

The priest replies: "Get out. You're on my side."

Oh yes, confessional memories are rushing back to me! Makes me wonder... Finally, an easy route for humor- husband and wife bickering. Ah, good times.

A husband asked his wife, "You never argue when I get mad at you. How do you always control your anger?"

"I clean the toilet," she replies.

"How does that help?" he asks.

"I use your toothbrush."

Simple, but funny. A good ending for a lovely weekend!


Keep on laughing,