TheOlderGuy
Purveyor of Pleasure
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Two bees met over by the feed store.
The first bee says "How's it going/"
Second bee is glum, "Oh, it's awful. It's been so cold I haven't been able to find hardly any flowers, and so I can't make honey."
First bee, "You know I just came from this place. Go down here five blocks, turn right, and keep going til you see all the cars. They're having a bar mitzvah, and they have topns of fresh fruit, and flowers on every table."
Second thanks him and heds off. A few hours later they bump into ech other again. "How'd it go?" First bee asks.
"Oh, it was, great -- just like you said, huge bowls of fruit, and luscious flowers on every table."
First bee "Say, what's that on your head?"
Second bee, "Oh, that's just a yarmulka. I didn't want them thinking I was a wasp."
The first bee says "How's it going/"
Second bee is glum, "Oh, it's awful. It's been so cold I haven't been able to find hardly any flowers, and so I can't make honey."
First bee, "You know I just came from this place. Go down here five blocks, turn right, and keep going til you see all the cars. They're having a bar mitzvah, and they have topns of fresh fruit, and flowers on every table."
Second thanks him and heds off. A few hours later they bump into ech other again. "How'd it go?" First bee asks.
"Oh, it was, great -- just like you said, huge bowls of fruit, and luscious flowers on every table."
First bee "Say, what's that on your head?"
Second bee, "Oh, that's just a yarmulka. I didn't want them thinking I was a wasp."
