One who lives by the clock dies by the second.
Bob was waiting for his surrey.
It did not arrive.
The surrey was cancelled.
Bob asked the surrey stationmaster, “Will the surrey be here soon?”
The stationmaster answered, “No surrey, Bob.”
posted on Wednesday, November 12, 2003 12:25 PM
So time dragged on, as time is wont to do when one is biding, or biting, it, as the case may be. Presently, who should walk by but Vince Lombardi (we may presume that this was a while ago), who saw Bob and asked "What's up Bob, are you just loitering around here?" (Vince was not shy). Bob said "No, I'm just waiting for my driver to arrive with the surrey." (Bob could not tell a lie, especially when there was so little to gain by it). "What's that, some kind of car?" asked Vince, trying to buy a clue, if not a vowel. To which Bob replied, "No, coach!"
Don.... Tee Hee !
So Bob was visiting his shrink. Dr. Hunter asked him "How long have you had this recurring dream about waiting for surreys that never arrive?" "It started right after my yard sale, about a month ago," said Bob. "Interesting. Do you suppose there's a connection?" "I think so. Ever since I sold my typewriter, I've had no carriage return!" [drummer: padump-bump]
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