*Someone* has been notably absent of late. However, this may draw her out from behind the tapestry in the Great Hall. Throw the rocks at slick870 (my "former" enlisted buds send me stuff, too)...
Two brooms were hanging in the closet and, after a while, they got to know each other so well, they decided to get married.
One broom was, of course, the bride broom and the other the groom broom.
The bride broom was a vision of loveliness in her white dress. The groom broom was suavely handsome in his tuxedo. The wedding was, naturally, the social event of the year.
At the wedding dinner, the bride broom leaned over and whispered to the groom broom, "I think I am going to have a little whisk broom."
"IMPOSSIBLE !!" said the groom broom...
The punchline's in Extended Entry/Flash Traffic. Open it up if you dare...
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Good job -- feelin' the burn in that index finger yet?
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[brace yourself, kids -- this is gonna hurt]
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"WE HAVEN'T EVEN SWEPT TOGETHER!"
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