Pluggers by Rick McKee for May 29, 2024

Can’t whistle, can’t snap my fingers, can’t sing and can’t dance.

I can’t dance!!!

Why?

Usually poor grade hearing aids.

Or, possibly have a dog.

Whistle or Hum a tune ;-)

A lot of people at church know that I’ve arrived because they hear me coming (whistling).

If you remember watching the musical with the song “I Whistle a Happy Tune”, you’re at least old enough to be a plugger.

Me once whistle for a fistful of dollars. Now me whistle for a few dollars more.

An older friend of mine used to call her pharmacy’s delivery guy “Tweety Bird” because he was always whistling.

I like to whistle while I work, but I’m no dwarf, and I’m not short and round, just round.

I can’t whistle to save my life.

Used to be able to whistle, but no longer—no air ! ! !

“ya do know how ta whistle, dont’cha? just put your lips together and blow!”

I don’t know about that whistling. I guess I do it sometimes, but then again, not as often as I would like. It’s not like I’m whistling Dixie, just passing the time. Some say I chatter too much,…

Or your a shepherd who works with border collies.

And, if you routinely whistle ‘Stardust’… you really ARE a Plugger.

Sometimes I play my harmonica! I don’t always whistle, but I sing every day.

You’re a pucker.