The letters of our thoughts are the ideas present in our mind before they come to realization . . . Thoughts that are, yet not felt . . . The words of the subconscious . . . of the soul . . .

These are the LETTERS OF MY THOUGHTS.

Friday, July 07, 2006

A morning run with the nuns . . .

A tourist is driving through downtown Vilna . . .
Yes, Vilna does have a down town -it's around the corner from the house with the chickens and where the old ladies sell milk from their cows in old 2 lt. beer bottles . . .
What?
No that part about the chickens and cows was not the joke . . . It's true . . . look I'm trying to tell a joke here . . .
Let me start again.

A tourist is driving through downtown Vilna, he pulls over and calls a guy on the side of the street.
"Tell me, do you have Penguins here in Vilna? No? Then you mean that the thing I hit back there was a nun?"

What? You thought the chickens part was funnier?
Fine, I'll tell another joke.

What do you call a person who speaks 3 languages?
Very good, trilingual.
And a person who speaks two languages?
Bi-lingual. Good.
Now how about a person who only speaks one language?
No . . . an American!

What do you mean you've heard that one before?
So why did you get it wrong?
You forgot?
Listen forget it . . . last time I tell you a joke!

Have a good Shabbos.

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Letters of Thought does not approve of or endorse the hitting, beating, running over of, or maiming funny looking religious figures such as Nuns, Monks, Muftis, or Raelians . . .

2 comments:

Sefirah said...

i like that part about the chickens

Mottel said...

It's because of people like you that I can't say a joke without being interrupted!