Friday, July 25, 2008

A Groaner from the Post-Bulletin Joke of the Day

A happily married man had only one complaint -- his wife always was nursing sick birds.

One November evening, he came home to find a raven with a splint on its beak sitting in his favorite chair. On the dining room table, there was a feverish eagle pecking at an aspirin, while in the kitchen, his wife was comforting a shivering little wren that she had found in the snow.

The furious spouse strode over to where his wife was warming the cold little bird.

"I can't take it any more! We've got to get rid of all of these darn ..."

The wife held up her hand to cut him off.

"Please dear," she said, "Not in front of the chilled wren!"

Courtesy Rochester, Minnesota, Post-Bulletin


Mrs. Mac said...

Har-dee-har=har! Thaaat's all folks. Must be a slow day (lol).

Connie said...

I can't help myself; I laughed at that and then was a little shamefaced.