Red and Rover by Brian Basset for May 26, 2010

I hate when that happens during a good joke! This attempt at a joke went right down the toilet for Red.

I really did that joke, but I don’t know if there were bathrooms back then–get me a body bag, I’m leaving!

I’m surprised that a wife thinks she married a prince.

I hope they don’t have caller ID!

Oops callled the wrong house.

It’s a rotary phone….no caller ID….the strip is set in the simple 60’s.

Okay, then is your refrigerator running?

The wife thinks he’s a prince ‘cause he’s on the throne..

Who of us call it a “can” or “throne room” any more? much less roll our own cigarettes.

ah, we grow old, . . we grow old, … we shall wear the bottoms of our trousers. - dare we eat a peach?

Hello…any ‘Walls’ there.?…

No?……

Well you better get out of the house before the ceiling caves in. {:-<}}-

Joe, possible he called a “mom ‘n’ pop” type store.

Bennn, I know several people who roll their own, most of whom are into ranching, the rodeo circuit, and/or the powwow circuit. But most people who use Prince Albert are pipe smokers.

“CALL >>>FOR>>>>PHILLIP MORRISSSSSSS”!