She is always late…
Her ancestors arrived on the June Flower!
Lost In Thought
I just got lost in deep thought…
It was unfamiliar territory.
A Quaker farmer was milking his cow when she switched him in the face with her tail. He patiently said, “Cow, thou shalt not do that.”
He kept milking until she kicked and sent the half-filled milk pail tumbling across the barn, spilling and ruining the milk. The farmer went around to face the cow and took her horns in his big, calloused hands.
He looked at her and said, “Cow, thou knowest that I am a Quaker and that I cannot strike thee. But cow, thou also must also remember that I can sell thee.”
Live By the Sword
Those who live by the sword, get shot by those who don’t.
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