I’m running around trying to write while also preparing for my upcoming trip to North Carolina for the Writers’ Police Academy. Which means nothing is getting done. Or at least, it’s not getting done well. So while I try to figure out what the heck needs to be done/fixed, here’s a joke that Gizmo Guy sent.
A young couple left the church and arrived at the hotel where they were spending the first night of their honeymoon. They opened the champagne and began undressing. When the groom removed his socks, his new wife asked, “What’s wrong with your feet? Your toes look all mangled and weird.”
“I had tolio as a child,” he answered.
“You mean polio?” she asked.
“No, tolio. The disease only affected my toes.”
When the groom took off his pants, his bride asked, “What’s wrong with your knees? They’re all lumpy and deformed!”
“As a child, I also had kneasles,” he explained.
“You mean measles?” she asked.
“No, kneasles. It was a strange illness that only affected my knees.”
The new bride had to be satisfied with this answer. As the undressing continued, her husband at last removed his underwear.
“Don’t tell me,” she said. “Let me guess…