Driving to work, a gentleman had to swerve to avoid a box that fell out of a truck in front of him.
Seconds later, a policeman pulled him over for reckless driving. Fortunately, another officer had seen the carton in the road. The policemen stopped traffic and recovered the box. It was found to contain large upholstery tacks.
"I'm sorry, sir," the first trooper told the driver, "but I am still going to have to cite you."
Amazed, the driver asked for what.
"Tacks evasion."
(Don't blame me. This one came from my buddy Jimmy, in Ireland.)
The senses consume. The mind digests. The blog expels.
Certain individuals keep telling me that I should be a writer (Hi Mom). This is probably as close as I'll ever come to making that happen.
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