Huh-uh. She better not. I’m not into Scientology, and I sure as heck don’t want Scientology in me. 
It’s probably inappropriate to steal another man’s fantasy, isn’t it?
It’s probably inappropriate to steal another man’s fantasy, isn’t it?
Just got this one from a cow-orker:
Farmer Brown had three teenaged daughters, and one night they all had dates. When the first date knocked on the door, Farmer Brown opened it. The young man standing on the doorstep introduced himself, “Hi, my name is Freddie. I’m here to pick up Betty. I want to ask her to go steady. Is she ready?”
“Hi, Fred. Come on in, she’ll be down in a minute,” said Farmer Brown.
Half an hour later, the second date knocked on the door. Once again, Farmer Brown opened it. The second young man said, “Hi, my name is Joe. I ‘m here to pick up Flo. I want to take her to the show. Is she ready to go?"
“Nice to meet you, Joe,” said Farmer Brown. “Why don’t you come in and have a seat? Flo’s almost ready.”
Half an hour later, the third date knocked on the door. Farmer Brown opened it to a third young man, who said, "Hi, my name is Chuck . . . "
Farmer Brown ran him off with a shotgun.
But who was Chuck there to pick up?
Daisy Duck?
I don’t get it.
It would only be better if his name was Buck.