I don’t mind making jokes, but I don’t want to look like one. ~ Marilyn Munroe
MICHAELA: Hi mom. Why did the chicken cross the road?
ME: to get to the other side?
MICHAELA: Nope, to knock on the idiot’s door… So what’s new mommy?
ME: (giving my head a shake) I’m good.
I had a weird dream though. I dreamt that I went outside to sit on my balcony. I heard the front door open and close and a bearded man and 18th century peasants came out onto the balcony.
I asked them who they were and they didn’t answer me. I told them they couldn’t just walk into my house. I screamed “GET OUT!,” right in the bearded man’s face.
Then a Hillbilly walked in and said, “Good evening ma’am,” with a tip of his cap. I said, “You can’t be here! GET OUT!”
There were people in every room!
MICHAELA: Aww, that’s too bad mommy. Wanna hear another joke?
ME: haha sure.
MICHAELA: Knock, knock.
ME: Who’s there?
MICHAELA: The chicken
~ DIANA’S ENORMOUS BOOK OF QUOTES ~