One day, Little Johnny’s grandmother sent him to the water hole to get some water for cooking dinner.
As he was dipping the bucket in, he saw two big eyes looking back at him.
He dropped the bucket and ran back to grandma’s house as fast as he could.
“Where’s my bucket and my water?” She asked.
“I can’t get any water from that water hole, there’s a mean ol’ alligator down there!”
“Now don’t you mind that ol’ alligator, Johnny.
He’s been there for years, and he’s never hurt no one.
Why, he’s probably as scared of you as you are of him!”
“Well, Grandma,” replied Johnny,
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“if he’s as scared of me as I am of him, then that water ain’t fit to drink
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Margie received a bill from the hospital for her recent surgery,
and was astonished to see a $900 fee for the anesthesiologist. She called his office to demand an explanation.
“Is this some kind of mistake?” Margie asked when she got the doctor on the phone.
“No, not at all,” the doctor said calmly.
“Well,” said Margie, “that’s awfully costly for knocking someone out.”
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“Not at all,” replied the doctor. “I knock you out for free… The 900 dollars is for bringing you back around.”
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“Sister Ann, aren’t you putting on a little weight?”
inquired Father Dan during his visit to the convent, suspiciously eyeing her bulging stomach.
“Why, no Father,” answered the nun demurely, “It’s just a little gas.”
A few months later Father Dan put the same question to the nun noticing her habit barely fit across her belly.
“Oh, just a bit of gas,” said sister Ann, blushing a bit.
On his next visit Father Dan was walking down the corridor when he passed Sister Ann wheeling a baby carriage. Looking in, the priest observed, “Cute little Fart!”
