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Post by TKennedy on Mar 13, 2024 12:40:06 GMT -5
So Ole had been a member of the Moose Lodge in his hometown for over twenty years.
At their monthly meeting they always tossed a dollar in the pot, picked a winning number and passed a hat with slips of paper with assorted numbers to draw.
Ole had never won in his whole time there so the members devised a scheme to make all the numbers in the hat the same as the winning number and they would all pretend to get the wrong one so he could finally win.
The night came and they passed the hat and everyone drew and acted disappointed. Ole was last and as they all eagerly awaited his reaction he said “damn, I got 7 1/4”
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Post by Russell Letson on Mar 13, 2024 12:49:15 GMT -5
Silly Ole--the winning number was obviously 6-7/8.
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Post by millring on Mar 13, 2024 15:30:52 GMT -5
I wonder if Ole accidentally got the tag that tells the hat size? That would sure be a shame after all the effort his friends went to to insure his winning.
I hate sad stories. I thought you said there would be some levity here?
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Post by howard lee on Mar 13, 2024 16:25:16 GMT -5
The voters of the United States have finally elected the first Jewish President. Everyone is excited, come Inauguration Day. The President-Elect's elderly mother is seated in the first row, and quietly waits for the ceremony to begin. After a while, she leans over to the gentleman seated beside her, and she says, "See that fellow at the lectern there, waiting to be sworn in as President?"
"Yes," says the gentleman.
She elbows her companion gently and says, "His brother's a doctor."
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