Funny Bone Monday

In lieu of a witty post about my non-existent weekend (I love my weekend job, but I sleep when I'm not working), I offer you a Polish joke. I figure that since my husband is half Polish, I'm okay telling one once in a while. Especially since I used to threaten him in this fashion, eons ago. And the title of this post? I think I'll do this every Monday! If I don't forget. Heh.

A Polish man moved to the USA and married an American girl. Although his English was far from perfect, they got along very well until one day he rushed into a lawyer's office and asked him if he could arrange a divorce for him. The lawyer said that getting a divorce would depend on the circumstances, and asked him the following questions:

Have you any grounds?

-Yes, an acre and half and nice little home.

No, I mean what is the foundation of this case?

- It made of concrete.

I don't think you understand Do either of you have a real grudge?

- No, we have carport, and not need one.

I mean. What are your relations like?

- All my relations still in Poland.

Is there any infidelity in your marriage?

- We have hi-fidelity stereo and good DVD player.

Does your wife beat you up?

- No, I am always up before her.

Is your wife a nagger?

- No, she white.

Why do you want this divorce?

-She going to kill me.

What makes you think that?

-I got proof.

What kind of proof?

- She going to poison me. She buy a bottle at drugstore and put on shelf in bathroom.

I can read, and it say: "Polish Remover"

P.S. This is post 500! Round of applause, please.

Until I write again ...

Flea

P.P.S. How'd ya like that P.S. before I even signed off? Pretty snazzy, huh? Yeah. I impress even myself. Can you tell I'm not awake?