Pathos in the Plumbing
Strep Throat Still Sucks
For the past several weeks I'd been dealing with this painful lump in my throat that made it hurt to swallow. I knew it was either strep or cancer. The good news is, it doesn't appear to be cancer, but it has taken a couple different rounds of antibiotics to knock this shit out of me.
My lymph nodes are still sore, so I've been trying to get as much rest as possible. Not that simple when work keeps piling up at my job, but what else can you do?
I am getting better though.
Even Glenn's not sending me much in the way of jokes this week. It's not like anyone really reads these jokes anymore. I'll just start posting the latest Dow Jones reports. Got a joke? I'd love to hear it. Head over to the submission page and type it in for me! You can also email it to email@example.com.
"My sore throats are always worse than anyone's." ― Jane Austen
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A young man excitedly told his mother that he had fallen in love and was going to get married.
“Just for fun, Mama, I’m going to show you a picture of 3 girls,” said the young man, “and you try and guess which one I’m going to marry.”
As the mother nodded in agreement, the son took out a photograph of three young women, and showed it to her.
She immediately blurted out, “The one on the right.”
“That’s amazing, Mama! How did you know?”
The mother replied, “Because I don’t like her.”
As the car came to a stop on the edge of a lonely country road, the young woman remarked, “You aren’t going to pull that old ‘out of gas’ routine on me, are you?
“No,” said the fellow. “I’m going to pull the ‘here after’ routine.”
“What’s that?” she asked unwittingly.
“If you’re not here after what I’m here after, you’ll be here after I’m gone.”
A Blonde, a red head, and a brunette were walking along an island beach. One of them found a bottle and a genie popped out.
The genie said he would grant each of them one wish.
The blonde said, “I need to get off this island. I wish for a rowboat.”
With a flash, a rowboat appeared and she rushed it out into the water.
The redhead said, “I also need to get off this island, so I wish for a jet ski.”
With a flash, the jet ski appeared, and the redhead rushed it out into the water, overtaking the blonde.
The genie then turned to the brunette as she shook her head.
”I guess I’ll take a million dollars,” said the brunette, “and just use the bridge to get back home.”
A blonde was summoned to court to appear as a witness in a lawsuit. The prosecutor opened his questioning with, “Where were you the night of August 24th?”
“Objection!” said the defense attorney. “Irrelevant!”
“Oh, that’s okay,” said the blonde from the witness stand. “I don’t mind answering the question.”
“I object!” the defense said again.
“No, really,” said the blonde. “I’ll answer.”
The judge ruled: “If the witness insists on answering, there is no reason for the defense to object.”
So the prosecutor repeated the question: “Where were you the night of August 24th?”
The blonde replied brightly, “I don’t know.”