With all the talk about spellings lately, I thought I would post an old text message joke.
Two Dyslexics are waiting at a bus stop when one says
?Can you smell gas?
The other replies
?For f***s sake? I can?t even smell my own name?
With all the talk about spellings lately, I thought I would post an old text message joke.
Two Dyslexics are waiting at a bus stop when one says
?Can you smell gas?
The other replies
?For f***s sake? I can?t even smell my own name?
That reminds me of my tonguetied buddy Carl. One day he told me several times that he had to go to chior practice. Every time I told him " I didn't know you could sing" he became agitated. Finally his wife told me she didn't know there was singing in the chiropractor's office.