On the First Day

Just got back from a week-long orgy of food, bocce, music, talking, listening, and laughing that could technically be called a “family reunion” except that there’s no “re.” It’s just a union.

At the annual Angelo love fest, I usually hear about 20 jokes and remember none. As an indicator of just how much sharper my mind has become over the last few years, I managed to bring one tiny one home with me. It’s very short. Ready?

On the first day, God sauteed a little garlic.

2 Comments

  • noname Posted June 29, 2009 6:35 am

    I don’t get it… maybe because English is not my mother language.

  • AnotherNoname Posted July 11, 2009 12:55 pm

    I don’t get it either…and English is my mother language. Maybe God is going to eat us all one day?

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