The day Bob had an idea, Henrietta was cooking breakfast.

"I've had an idea," he said poking his dirty index finger into the pancake batter.

Henrietta slapped it away and looked at the calendar.

"What?" said Bob, "You're mumbling."

"Nothing." She gave him a peck on the cheek. It was April Fool's day: everything finally made sense.

Edit: To new players -- this is just a stupid joke. Please submit your entries by Private Message (PM) to the Fibliotechnocrat, in this case, BelMarduk .

PS: My mother always told me I was wasting my time in stand-up.

Last edited by inselpeter; 03/25/06 02:06 PM.