Dragon Laffs #2485

Some more AI “art” that I did. One is a picture inspired by your “slothful dragon” remark. The other I envisioned as a cousin of yours from Asia. Hope you like them.

Peace,

Don

Sweating under the blazing summer sun, she was on her hands and knees in the garden, aggressively ripping up weeds. Meanwhile, her husband strolled out of the air-conditioned house, cool as a cucumber, and asked, “Hey, what’s for dinner?”

Wiping the sweat from her brow, she snapped. “Are you kidding me? I’m out here breaking my back while you’re lounging inside, and you’re asking me about supper? Just pretend I’m out of town and figure it out yourself!”

“Fair enough,” he said, and wandered back inside.

Taking her advice to heart, he fired up the grill and fixed a massive, juicy ribeye steak, a loaded baked potato, a crisp Caesar salad, and cracked open a frosty beer. He sat down and thoroughly enjoyed every single bite.

Just as he was wiping the last of the steak juice from his plate, the back door slammed. His exhausted, mud-streaked wife walked into the kitchen, looked at the empty plate, and demanded, “Where’s my dinner?”

He blinked in surprise. “Huh? I thought you were out of town!”

John and Greg driving along the highway looking for a place to stop and picnic. 

John says, “Let’s stop here, and have our picnic under that tree.” 

Greg says, “No! Let’s have it right here in the middle of the road.” 

They fought for a bit, but finally agreed to have it in the middle of the road. 

All of a sudden, a car comes speeding towards them and has to swerve into the tree to keep from hitting them. 

John says, “You were right! If we were under that tree, we’d be dead now!” 

The rain was absolutely torrential, turning the street outside the local pub into a miserable, grey river.

Standing right in the middle of it all was an old Irishman. He was utterly soaked to the bone, staring intently into a massive puddle while holding a wooden stick with a piece of string dangling in the muddy water.

A well-dressed gentleman, rushing past to escape the downpour, froze at the sight. Moved by sheer pity for the poor soul, he stopped and asked, “What on earth are you doing there, my friend?”

“Fishing,” the old man replied miserably, without looking up.

The gentleman’s heart sank. The poor old geezer has completely lost his marbles, he thought. Wanting to get the man out of the freezing deluge, he tapped him on the shoulder. “Look, come inside out of the cold. Let me buy you a proper drink.”

A few minutes later, they were huddled by the roaring pub fire, comfortably sipping two neat Irish whiskeys. As the warmth washed over them, the gentleman couldn’t help but smile at the bizarre situation. Leaning in, he asked playfully, “So, tell me… how many have you caught today?”

The old man took a slow, satisfying sip of his whiskey, looked him dead in the eye, and smiled.

“You’re the eighth.”

The following letters are taken from an actual incident between a London hotel and one of its guests. 

The Hotel ended up submitting the letters to the London Sunday Times!



Dear Maid,


Please do not leave any more of those little bars of soap in my bathroom since I have brought my own bath-sized Dial. 

Please remove the six unopened little bars from the shelf under the medicine chest and another three in the shower soap dish. 

They are in my way.


Thank you,
S. Berman


Dear Room 635,


I am not your regular maid. She will be back tomorrow, Thursday, from her day off. 

I took the 3 hotel soaps out of the shower soap dish as you requested. 

The 6 bars on your shelf I took out of your way and put on top of your Kleenex dispenser in case you should change your mind. 

This leaves only the 3 bars I left today which my instructions from the management is to leave 3 soaps daily. 

I hope this is satisfactory. 


Kathy, Relief Maid


Dear Maid – I hope you are my regular maid.


Apparently Kathy did not tell you about my note to her concerning the little bars of soap. 

When I got back to my room this evening I found you had added 3 little Camays to the shelf under my medicine cabinet. 

I am going to be here in the hotel for two weeks and have brought my own bath-size Dial so I won’t need those 6 little Camays which are on the shelf. 

They are in my way when shaving, brushing teeth, etc. 

Please remove them.


S. Berman


Dear Mr. Berman,


My day off was last Wed. so the relief maid left 3 hotel soaps which we are instructed by the management. 

I took the 6 soaps which were in your way on the shelf and put them in the soap dish where your Dial was. 

I put the Dial in the medicine cabinet for your convenience. I didn’t remove the 3 complimentary soaps which are always placed inside the medicine cabinet for all new check-ins and which you did not object to when you checked in last Monday. 

Please let me know if I can of further assistance.


Your regular maid,
Dotty


Dear Mr. Berman,


The assistant manager, Mr. Kensedder, informed me this morning that you called him last evening and said you were unhappy with your maid service. 

I have assigned a new girl to your room. I hope you will accept my apologies for any past inconvenience.

 If you have any future complaints please contact me so I can give it my personal attention.

Call extension 1108 between 8AM and 5PM. Thank you.


Elaine Carmen Housekeeper


Dear Miss Carmen,


It is impossible to contact you by phone since I leave the hotel for business at 7:45 AMand don’t get back before 5:30 or 6PM. 

That’s the reason I called Mr. Kensedder last night. 

You were already off duty. I only asked Mr. Kensedder if he could do anything about those little bars of soap. 

The new maid you assigned me must have thought I was a new check-in today, since she left another 3 bars of hotel soap in my medicine cabinet along with her regular delivery of 3 bars on the bath-room shelf. 

In just 5 days here I have accumulated 24 little bars of soap. 

Why are you doing this to me?


S. Berman




Dear Mr. Berman,


Your maid, Kathy, has been instructed to stop delivering soap to your 
room and remove the extra soaps. If I can be of further assistance,
please call extension 1108 between 8AM and 5PM.


Thank you,


Elaine Carmen,
Housekeeper



Dear Mr. Kensedder,


My bath-size Dial is missing. Every bar of soap was taken from my room including my own bath-size Dial. 

I came in late last night and had to call the bellhop to bring me 4 little Cashmere Bouquets.


S. Berman




Dear Mr. Berman,


I have informed our housekeeper, Elaine Carmen, of your soap problem. 

I cannot understand why there was no soap in your room since our maids are instructed to leave 3 bars of soap each time they service a room. 

The situation will be rectified immediately. 

Please accept my apologies for the inconvenience.


Martin L. Kensedder
Assistant Manager


Dear Mrs. Carmen,


Who @@@@ing left 54 little bars of Camay in my room? 

I came in last night and found 54 little bars of soap. I don’t want 54 little bars of Camay. I want my one @@@@ing bar of bath-size Dial.

Do you realize I have 54 bars of soap in here. All I want is my bath size Dial. Please give me back my bath-size Dial.


S. Berman


Dear Mr. Berman,


You complained of too much soap in your room so I had them removed.

Then you complained to Mr. Kensedder that all your soap was missing so I personally returned them. 

The 24 Camays which had been taken and the 3 Camays you are supposed to receive daily. 

I don’t know anything about the 4 Cashmere Bouquets. 

Obviously your maid, Kathy, did not know I had returned your soaps so she also brought 24 Camays plus the 3 daily Camays. 

I don’t know where you got the idea this hotel issues bath-size Dial. 

I was able to locate some bath-size Ivory which I left in your room.


Elaine Carmen
Housekeeper




Dear Mrs. Carmen,

Just a short note to bring you up-to-date on my latest soap inventory. 

As of today I possess:
On the shelf under medicine cabinet – 18 Camay in 4 stacks of 4 and 1 stack of 2..
On the Kleenex dispenser – 11 Camay in 2 stacks of 4 and 1 stack of 3. 
On the bedroom dresser – 1 stack of 3 Cashmere Bouquet, 1 stack of 4 hotel-size Ivory, and 8 Camay in 2 stacks of 4.
Inside the medicine cabinet – 14 Camay in 3 stacks of 4 and 1 stack of 2.
In the shower soap dish – 6 Camay, very moist.
On the northeast corner of tub – 1 Cashmere Bouquet, slightly used.
On the northwest corner of tub – 6 Camays in 2 stacks of 3.

Please ask Kathy when she services my room to make sure the stacks are neatly piled and dusted. 

Also, please advise her that stacks of more than 4 have a tendency to tip. 

May I suggest that my bedroom window sill is not in use and will make an excellent spot for future soap deliveries.

One more item, I have purchased another bar of bath-sized Dial which I am keeping in the hotel vault in order to avoid further misunderstandings.


S. Berman

Two fellows were fishing from a dock when an alligator nipped one of them on the foot.

The fisherman screamed, ‘An alligator just bit off one of my toes.’ 

‘Which one?’ his buddy asked.

‘How do I know!’ the wounded angler friend said in disgust.

‘All alligators look alike to me!’

A young bride and groom to be had just selected the wedding ring. 

As the girl admired the plain platinum and diamond band, she suddenly looked concerned. “Tell me,” she asked the elderly salesman, “is there anything special I’ll have to do to take care of this ring?” 

With a fatherly smile, the salesman said, “One of the best ways to protect a wedding ring is to dip it in dishwater three times a day.” 

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Dragon Laffs #2484

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Joe had asked Bob to help him out with some house repairs after work, so Bob just went straight over to Joe’s place.

When they got to the door, Joe went straight to his wife, gave her a hug and told her how beautiful she was and how much he had missed her at work. 

When it was time for supper, he complimented his wife on her cooking, kissed her and told her how much he loved her. 

Once they were working on the repairs, Bob told Joe that he was surprised that he fussed so much over his wife. 

Joe said that he’d started this about 6 months ago, it had revived their marriage, and things couldn’t be better. 

Bob thought he’d give it a go. When he got home, he gave his wife a massive hug, kissed her and told her that he loved her. 

His wife burst into tears. Bob was confused and asked why she was crying. 

She said, “This is the worst day of my life. 

First, little Billy fell off his bike and twisted his ankle. 

Then, the washing machine broke and flooded the basement. 

And now, you come home drunk!” 

Four old men were out golfing.

“These hills are getting steeper as the years go by,” one complained. 

“These fairways seem to be getting longer too,” said one of the others.

“The sand traps seem to be bigger than I remember them too,” said the third senior.

After hearing enough from his senior buddies, the oldest and the wisest of the four of them at 87 years old, piped up and said, “Just be thankful we’re still on the right side of the grass!”

Once upon a time, a solitary female brain cell fired up by mistake and found herself trapped in the middle of a man’s skull. She looked around nervously, but the vast expanse was pitch-black, echoey, and profoundly quiet. It was like standing in an abandoned, multi-story warehouse.

Feeling a bit uneasy, she cleared her throat and called out. “Hello? Is anyone home?”

Nothing. Not even a stray spark of electricity.

She took a few steps forward into the cerebral cortex, her anxiety growing. “Is there anyone here?” she cried a little louder, waiting for a response. Still, nothing but the deafening sound of silence.

Now genuinely panicked and feeling completely isolated in the barren wasteland, she took a deep breath, cupped her hands around her mouth, and yelled at the absolute top of her lungs: “HELLO! IS THERE ANYONE ALIVE IN HERE?!”

Suddenly, the silence broke. A tiny, distant, incredibly faint echo drifted up from way, way down below the brainstem…

“We’re down here.”

I was crossing the street. I got hit by a mobile library. I was lying there in pain, screaming. 

The guy looked at me. He went, “Shhhh.”

“I’ve come to pay that bill I’ve owed you for so long,”  said Jones. 

“That letter you wrote me would get money out of a stone.  How did you ever think it up?”

Replied his creditor: “I didn’t.  I selected the best parts from letters my son sends me from college.”

Joe says to Bill, “Want to see a picture of my Aunt?” 

“Sure.”

So Joe takes out a picture.

“What are you talking about?” Bill says, “That’s not your aunt! That’s a picture of a fish!” 

Joe responds, “Well, sure it is… 

It’s my aunt Chovy!” 

Few things are harder to put up with than a good example.

– Mark Twain (1835-1910)

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Dragon Laffs#2483

From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it. 

-Groucho Marx (1895-1977)

I went to a good school where some of our foremost politicians learned their three R’s ­ 

This is Ours, that is Ours, everything is Ours.

Louisiana Law

It is illegal to gargle in public places

MOM’S SPECIAL BROWNIES



Remove teddy bear from oven and preheat oven to 375.


Melt 1 cup margarine in saucepan.


Remove teddy bear from oven and tell Jr. “no, no.”


Add margarine to 2 cups sugar.


Take shortening can away from Jr. and clean cupboards.


Measure 1/3 cup cocoa.


Take shortening can away from Jr. again and bathe cat.


Apply antiseptic and bandages to scratches sustained while removing shortening from cat’s tail.


Assemble 4 eggs, 2 tsp. vanilla, and 1-1/2 cups sifted flour.


Take smoldering teddy bear from oven and open all doors and windows for ventilation.


Take telephone away from Billy and assure party on the line the call was a mistake. 

Call operator and attempt to have direct dialed call removed from bill.


Measure 1 tsp. salt, 1/2 cup nuts and beat all ingredients well.


Let cat out of refrigerator.


Pour mixture into well-greased 9×13-inch pan.


Bake 25 minutes.


Rescue cat and take razor away from Billy. Explain to kids that you have no idea if shaved cats will sunburn. 

Throw cat outside while there’s still time and he’s still able to run away.



FROSTING


Mix the following in saucepan:


1 cup sugar


1 oz unsweetened chocolate


1/4 cup margarine


Take the darn teddy bear out of the @#$% broiler and throw it away — far away.


Answer the door and meekly explain to nice policeman that you didn’t know Jr. had slipped out of the house and was heading for the street. Put Jr. in playpen.


Add 1/3 cup milk, dash of salt, and boil, stirring constantly for 2 minutes.


Answer door and apologize to neighbor for Billy having stuck a garden hose in man’s front door mail slot. Promise to pay for ruined carpet.


Tie Billy to clothesline.


Remove burned brownies from oven.

Notice to people who visit my home.

1. The dog lives here. You don’t.

2. If you don’t want dog hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. 

3. Yes, she has some disgusting habits. So do I and so do you. What’s your point? 

4. OF COURSE she smells like a dog.

5. It’s her nature to try to sniff your crotch. Please feel free to sniff hers. 

6. I like her a lot better than I like most people.

7. To you she’s a dog. To me she’s an adopted daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn’t speak clearly. I have no problem with any of these things. 

8. Dogs are better than kids. They eat less, don’t ask for money all the time, are easier to train, usually come when called, never drive your car, don’t hang out with drug-using friends, don’t smoke or drink, don’t worry about whether they have the latest fashions, don’t wear your clothes, don’t need! a gazillion dollars for college, and if they get pregnant you can sell the pups. 

9. The same applies for the cats, except they will ignore you…until you’re asleep 

There was a ventriloquist who’d had no work for six months. 

He went to his agent and told him he needed work badly.

The agent said, “There’s no call for ventriloquists, but if you were a psychic I could get you plenty of work.” 

So the ventriloquist went home and hung out a psychic sign.

An hour later a woman knocks on the door:

“I want to talk to my deceased husband. How much will it cost?” 

The ventriloquist says, “If you talk to him, it’s $50; if he talks to you, it’s $100; and if you talk to each other while I’m drinking a glass of water, that’s $200.”

Questions a man asked his Sunday School class:


“If I sold my house and my car, had a big garage sale and gave all my money to the church, would that get me into Heaven?” 

I asked the children in my Sunday School class.

“NO!” the children all answered.

“If I cleaned the church every day, mowed the yard, and kept everything neat and tidy, would that get me into Heaven?”

Again, the answer was, “NO!”

“Well, then, if I was kind to animals and gave candy to all the children, and loved my wife, would that get me into Heaven?” I asked them again.

Again, they all answered, “NO!”

“Well, I continued, “then how can I get into Heaven?” 

A five-year-old boy shouted out, “YOU GOTTA BE DEAD!”

Impish,

My new project is installing padded fencing

in the yard. I understand it’s necessary for my latest adventure: 

I’m going to raise 

boneless chickens. 

Been told they’re rather fragile. 

                  …Joe

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Dragon Laffs #2482

HUSBAND and CAT

           MISSING

$500 reward for cat

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Dragon Laffs #2481

I heard about this a number of years ago. 

It was happening often in the deep south. 

When a bad storm hit and power was out for an extended time, home owners (Trailers and homes) would run a gas generator to power the critical items. 

During the night, thieves would steal the generators. The home owners never knew because they heard the continuous sound of the motor. What the thieves had done was put an old gas lawn mower next to the house, run it for the engine sound and take the expensive generator. 

Homeowners kept hearing the engine running and didn’t know their generator was gone. 

   This is July 8th  and they are still shooting off fireworks!

They almost caught our Christmas decorations on fire.

Thank you all!

Our blowup turkey was not harmed!

    …Joe

Maine Law

Shotguns are required to be taken to church in the event of a Native American attack. 

The heavy clinking of pint glasses and the low hum of the jukebox did little to drown out Arthur’s brooding. He stared into his amber whiskey, his face a mask of pure betrayal, before turning to his buddy, Dave, on the stool next to him.

“I’m telling you, Dave, that wife of mine is a pathological liar,” Arthur growled, slamming his glass down just hard enough to spill a few drops. “I’m sick of the deceit.”

Dave took a slow sip of his beer, adjusting to his role as the tonight’s designated bartender-therapist. “Whoa, calm down, man. That’s a heavy accusation. What makes you so sure she’s lying to you?”

“Because she didn’t come home last night,” Arthur said, leaning in close, his eyes narrowed. “Not a text, not a call, nothing. Just rolled through the front door this morning like nothing happened. So I cornered her in the kitchen. I demanded to know exactly where she’d been all night.”

“And?” Dave asked, leaning in too. “What did she say?”

“She looked me straight in the eye, cool as ice, and said she had spent the entire night over at her sister Shirley’s house because they were ‘watching movies and talking.’ Can you believe the nerve?”

Dave blinked, looking a bit confused. “I mean… it sounds plausible, Arthur. Shirley only lives a few miles away. What’s so terrible about that? How does that make her a liar?”

Arthur let out a bitter, cynical laugh and shook his head.

“Because she’s a liar, Dave… I spent the night with her sister Shirley.”

Exhilaration is that feeling you get just after a great idea hits you, and just before you realize what’s wrong with it. 

Rex Harrison (1908-1990)

I was asking my friend who has children, “What if I have a baby and I dedicate my life to it and it grows up to hate me. And it blames everything wrong with its life on me.” 

And she said, “What do you mean, ‘If?’

Maryland, Baltimore

It is illegal  to take a lion to the movies.

My 9 year old daughter was going through the stuff with me from our attic, she pulled out some records that we had from years ago. 

She exclaimed ” This is the biggest CD I’ve ever seen Dad!” 

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