Wednesday, November 17, 2010

My Bride -To- Be

A young fellow brought home his bride-to-be appraised by his father. The older man was flabbergasted, chagrined, and embarrassed. He took the boy aside into the next room and whispered in his ear,
'I never saw such a homely girl. She's got hair on her chin; her eyes are watching each other; and her teeth are crooked.'
'Pop, you don't have to whisper,' the son replied.'You can talk louder.she 's deaf too.'

No comments:

Post a Comment