When You're Smiling...

Over the years I've been fortunate enough to have a number of "Morning Smiles" in the Globe and Mail newspaper.

I'm happy to present them all to you:

The Russians are online. They're on the Inter-nyet.

I called up the Wrestling Association.
They put me on hold.

A clown retires and wants to hand over the business to his son.
His son says: "I don't know Dad, those are big shoes to fill."

A pessimist's lament: Things are going so badly, something really nice is bound to happen.

There was a break in at the deli.
They had to change the lox.

I bought a cd of songs for the playground.
It skipped.

A perfume to make us proud: Eau Canada

I asked a friend if he liked his new tent.
He said he didn't want to get into it.

Transylvania has the ultimate democracy: Every Count Votes.

I dropped out of my communism class because of lousy Marx.

I'd like to be full of the milk of human kindness, but I'm lactose intolerant.

... It's nice to see them altogether in one place.

I hope you like them, too.

Why not let me know by leaving a comment.


Ciao for now,

Martin

Martooner