Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Wednesday Chuckle

Subject: Little Davie ...

A new teacher was trying to make use of her psychology courses. She started her class by saying, "Everyone who thinks they're stupid, stand up!"

After a few seconds, Little Davie stood up. The teacher said, "Do you think you're stupid, Little Davie?"

"No, ma'am, but I hate to see you standing there all by yourself!"

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Little Davie watched, fascinated, as his mother smoothed cold cream on her face. "Why do you do that, mommy? " he asked.

"To make myself beautiful," said his mother, who then began removing the cream with a tissue.

"What's the matter?" asked Little Davie. "Giving up?"

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The math teacher saw that little Davie wasn't paying attention in class. She called on him and said, "Davie! Â What are 2 and 4 and 28 and 44?"
Little Davie quickly replied, "NBC, CBS, HBO and the Cartoon Network!"

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Little Davie's kindergarten class was on a field trip to their local police station where they saw pictures tacked to a bulletin board of the 10 most wanted criminals. One of the youngsters pointed to a picture and asked if it really was the photo of a wanted person.

"Yes," said the policeman. "The detectives want very badly to capture him."

Little Davie asked, "Why didn't you keep him when you took his picture?"

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Little Davie attended a horse auction with his father. He watched as his father moved from horse to horse, running his hands up and down the horse's legs, rump, and chest. After a few minutes, Davie asked, "Dad, why are you doing that?"

His father replied, "Because when I'm buying horses, I have to make sure that they are healthy and in good shape before I buy."

Davie, looking worried, said, "Dad, I think the UPS guy wants to buy Mom."

Thanks to Bob

2 comments:

gincoleaves said...

Oh my, Davie is such a little
smart-alec, but Davie's getting
Mommy into deeep water!!
Those are so cute, LOL!

hostagirl said...

Thanks for the laugh!! Please check out the last entry in my blog. Love you, hostagirl