Aaannnndddd… I’m back!  Told you I would be. 

It’s still Wednesday, Veterans Day and I’m still feeling like crap … so I’m still talking to you guys.

I have to feel better soon. I have jail tonight. I have a lot of fun with that, “Well, I’ll see you later. I’m on my way to jail.” and similar stuff always gets a great look when I say it loud enough for other people who don’t know what I do. Great for a laugh.

Anyway, I’m sure you don’t want to listen to me prattle on…instead…

While sports fishing off the Florida coast in Key West, a tourist capsized his boat…

He could swim, but his fear of alligators kept him clinging to the overturned craft.

Spotting an old beachcomber walking along the shore, the tourist shouted, “Would there, by chance, be any alligators in these waters?”

“No need to worry about that mister,” the old man hollered back, “haven’t been any alligators around here in years!”

Feeling relieved, the tourist began swimming leisurely toward the shore…

About halfway toward shore, he asked the old man, “Say, how’d you get rid of the gators, anyway?”

“We didn’t do anything,” the old man said…

“The sharks got them.”

Well, that explains a heck of a lot!

The one that started it all.

I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me.

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And that’s it for this one, too. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.