From my middle child (and it harkens back to my skeleton joke last fall - amazing that she remembers):
A skeleton walks into a mop shop. He buys a lot of clothes, a mop, a bucket, and some beer. He put on the clothes, put the beer in the bucket, drank it up, used a mop to mop up the floor because it was dirty, and fell down dead.
The end.
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Sunday, April 19, 2009
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