Monday, April 24, 2006

Just Like A Woman

Tramp and Geno were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking up. Sweet walked by and asked what they were doing. "We're supposed to find the height of the flagpole," said Tramp, "but we don't have a ladder." Sweet took a wrench from her purse, loosened a few bolts, and laid the pole down. Then she took a tape measure from her pocket, took a measurement and announced, "Eighteen feet, six inches," before walking away. Geno shook his head and laughed. "Ain't that just like a dumb woman? We ask for the height, and she gives us the length!."

5 Comments:

Blogger Tramp said...

What? I don't see the problem?

No, just kidding. I thought you were perfect for the part.

Monday, April 24, 2006 9:53:00 PM  
Blogger Tramp said...

And it's not the first time you made Geno look bad. The only fiction is me. You got Geno on the bet, and got him again here.

Monday, April 24, 2006 9:55:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

was reading the ralph story and it rings true ...i was a victim of your booze plan.....it was tequilla...mezcal ....cant stand the smell of it ntoday.....never ending teq&oj glass was never empty

Tuesday, April 25, 2006 11:16:00 AM  
Blogger Tramp said...

I resemble that remark!

Tuesday, April 25, 2006 10:34:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

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Wednesday, May 17, 2006 12:31:00 AM  

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