Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Probably not for a Klondike Bar, either

It’s pretty safe to say I’m not willing to shoot myself in the leg to get out of work today.


So many wonderful jokes, so little time.


So, last week, New York Giants wide receiver Plaxico Burress shot himself in the thigh in a New York nightclub. I really don't have a joke about that, so here's a funky hockey goal to entertain you:

1 comment:

Willie Y said...

A joke that has nothing to do with this post:
Quasimodo's sitting in the kitchen, when his mother walks in carrying a wok.
He says, "Unh. Good. I love Chinese food."
She says, "What are you talking, 'Chinese food?' I'm gonna use this thing to iron your shirts."