Saturday, October 09, 2010

I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian.

A vulture boards an airplane, carrying two dead raccoons. The stewardess looks at him and says, 'I'm sorry, sir, only one carrion allowed per passenger.'

The midget fortune-teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.

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