I =
asked my grandmother how she’s enjoying her new =
stairlift.
She=
said, “It’s driving me up the wall.”
^^^=
^^
My =
grandma was famous for her delicious strawberries.
She=
made me promise that when she died I would plant strawberries over her =
grave so everyone could visit and enjoy them.
I =
fulfilled her wish.
She=
’s dead and berried.
^^^=
^^
Whe=
n my grandma died, I had her cremated and put her ashes in a trophy that =
said “World’s Best Grandma.”
She=
urned it.
^^^=
^^
I =
just put my grandma on speed-dial.
I =
labeled it Instagram.
^^^=
^^
Sho=
ut out to my grandma.
Aft=
er all, that’s the only way she can hear.
^^^=
^^
My =
grandma has this crazy idea about an apple that’s sour, yet is way =
better than any other apple.
But=
we just call that granny’s myth.
^^^=
^^
A =
boy is writing a paper on childbirth and asks his grandma, “How =
was I born?”
His=
grandma awkwardly answers, “The stork brought =
you.”
=
220;Oh,” says the boy. “Well, how were mummy and daddy =
born?”
“Um, well, the stork brought =
them, too. Same with your grandpa and =
me.”
The boy begins his paper, =
“This report has been very difficult to write due to the fact that =
there hasn’t been a natural childbirth in my family for three =
generations.”
~~
Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I Love!"