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Letters to Nowhere

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Oh the Cheese

My husband and I often trade cheesy jokes. This one.. well.. You'll see...


A man was walking home alone late one foggy night, when behind him he hears: BUMP... BUMP... BUMP...

Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog he makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him. BUMP... BUMP... BUMP...

Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him… BUMP... BUMP... BUMP...

He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him. However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping. clappity-BUMP... clappity-BUMP... clappity-BUMP...

The terrified man rushes upstairs to the bathroom and locks himself in. His heart is pounding.
With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door, bumping and clapping toward him. The man screams and reaches for something, anything, but all he can find is a bottle of Robitussin. Desperate, he throws the bottle at the casket...

(hopefully you're ready for this!!!)

The coffin stops


  • That must have been an old bottle of Robitussin cause the new formula *pseudoephedrine free* doesn't do shit for a cough ;).

    Damn meth junkies ruin it for all the real sick people.

    *picks up her soapbox and walks off*


    By Blogger Anna, at 2:40 AM  

  • LOL. It was bad, but still funny.

    By Blogger Amanda, at 10:11 PM  

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