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Monday chuckles
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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
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Yes, but does it meet code?
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Reblogged this on Musings on Life & Experience and commented:
Hilarious.
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Thanks Suzanne. 🙂
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These are all hilarious, but I especially like the chess reference!
As far as the “not my job” one, this looks like the work of someone who has been soundly dressed-down one too many times for — GASP! — taking initiative: “WHO TOLD YOU TO MOVE THAT BRANCH?”
(Not that I’m speaking from personal experience or anything.)
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LOL
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Nah, that the runner-up to “Not my Job.” The real winner is the dead possum.
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Yep, I think you’re right. Yikes!
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Yep. 🙂
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Road kill? I think moving the branch would be far less unpleasant. What a stench! That’s what we leave to vultures. I wonder if they notice the paint.
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog.
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😀 😀 😀
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Haha. Love the Queen one.
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That one cracked me up. 🙂
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I’ll wager Her majesty would love it too, she has a wicked sense of humour
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Two moves to take the bishop!!😂
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Reblogged this on Writer's Treasure Chest and commented:
I’m posting Bluebird’s “Monday Chuckles” on a Thursday and I think we’re still laughing about them. Thanks for the giggles, Bluebird!
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Thank you A.J. ❤️
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