Julia has a nice little side business selling eggs. She feeds the chickens, gathers the eggs, puts them in cartons and sells them at our food co-op. This week we are going to kick it up a notch. In order to look more professional, we are going to print labels and stick them on the recycled egg cartons. This is a daunting task for the computer-illiterate like myself. In honor of our rooster Cookie who had to find a new home due to bah-ah-ahd behavior, I think we'll put his picture on the labels. I miss that stupid rooster!
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Bubba went to a psychiatrist.
"I've got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared. I think I'm going crazy."
"Just put yourself in my hands for one year," said the shrink. "Come talk to me three times a week, and we should be able to get rid of those fears."
"How much do you charge?"
"Eighty dollars per visit, replied the doctor."
"I'll sleep on it," said Bubba.
Six months later the doctor met Bubba on the street. "Why didn't you ever come to see me about those fears you were having?" asked the psychiatrist.
"Well, eighty bucks a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! A bartender cured me for $10. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought me a new pickup!"
"Is that so! And how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?"
"He told me to cut the legs off the bed! Ain't nobody under there now!!!"
Love y'all!
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