[Continuing =
our never-equaled and never-requested attempt at lame =
puns]
Baking bread =
is like the sun. It rises in the yeast, and sets in the =
waist.
I’m reading a =
horror story in Braille. Something bad is about to happen. I can =
feel it.
Give a lawyer =
a fire, he’ll be warm for a day.
Set a lawyer on fire, =
he’ll be warm for the rest of his life.
I’m glad I =
know sign language. It’s pretty handy.
They said that =
it’s possible to get too much sleep. Snooze to =
me.
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Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I Love!"