Everything is well, I am easily amused, and looking around my room and seeing everything and the pictures, it's just so great to have it all new! Oh it feels sooooo good. And today has been slow, monday was discussion about drugs all day for sociology and disapointingly today, we just cut it brief, however I found an interesting ad about "Lost Medical Marijuana" where a neighbor stole his neighbors pot. HAHA! Oh they got screwed. Too bad, thats a shame, good day ya'll.

Well now, I guess you'd like a joke... Fine. Haha, you know I love them.

Upon arriving home in eager anticipation of a leisurely evening, the husband was met at the door by his sobbing wife.
Tearfully she explained, "It's the druggist - he insulted me terribly this morning on the phone."
Immediately the husband drove downtown to accost the druggist and demand an apology.

Before he could say more than a word or two, the druggist told him, "Now, just a minute - listen to my side of it.
This morning the alarm failed to go off, so I was late getting up.
I went without breakfast and hurried out to the car, just to realize that I locked the house with both house and car keys inside.
I had to break a window to get my keys.

Driving a little too fast, I got a speeding ticket. Then, about three blocks from the store I had a flat tire.
When I finally got to the store there was a bunch of people waiting for me to open up.
I got the store opened and started waiting on these people, and all the time the darn phone was ringing its head off.

Then I had to break a roll of nickels against the cash register drawer to make change, and they spilled all over the floor.
I got down on my hands and knees to pick up the nickels - the phone is still ringing - when I came up I cracked my head on the open cash drawer, which made me stagger back against a showcase with a bunch of perfume bottles on it, and half of them hit the floor and broke.

Meanwhile, the phone is still ringing with no let up, and I finally got back to answer it.
It was your wife - she wanted to know how to use a rectal thermometer.

And Mister, I told her!!!"

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