Sick little Hippy
I must have something wrong in my head.
How come the only jokes that move me to share them are the really bad ones? Here’s an example:
I knew I had been in the military too long when my five-year-
old daughter sang her version of “Silent Night.” It went like
this: “Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright,
Round yon virgin mother and child, Holy infantry, tender and
mild…”
[Borrowed from Clean Laffs (http://archives.gophercentral.com/newsletter_88.html), who borrowed from Reader’s Digest.]
