[On the first weekday of the month I send out lame puns on my blog. My
doctor is checking into possible causes of this odd ailment of mine.]
My friend who is a monorail enthusiast was told by his doctor he had a
one-track mind.
Another shared his dream – first he was a muffler on a car, and then he was
a wheel on the car. He woke up exhausted and tired.
Me? I had a nightmare that I was in Panama during a snowstorm. Doc said it
was normal to be dreaming of a white isthmus.
When I got sick, my psychiatrist sent me a shrink-wrapped basket of fruit.
Okay, one normal word-play:
Did you hear about the pirate captain who was standing in his treasure pile?
He didn’t have very much: seems his booty was only shin-deep.
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Dr Bob Griffin
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“Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!”