Is it November already? How did that happen?
Nothing much shaking today, so I’ll offer you a silly little joke, courtesy of my friend, Pam.
Two brooms were hanging in the closet and after a while they got to know each other so well, they decided to get married.
One broom was, of course, the bride broom, the other the groom broom.
The bride broom looked very beautiful in her white dress. The groom broom was handsome and suave in his tuxedo. The wedding was lovely.
After the wedding, at the wedding dinner, the bride-broom leaned over and said to the groom-broom, “Honey, I think I’m pregnant. We are going to have a little whisk broom!”
“IMPOSSIBLE !” said the groom broom.
(Are you ready for this? Brace yourself; this is going to hurt!)
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“We haven’t even SWEPT together!”
