So this harp walks into a bar. He goes up to the bartender and orders
a beer. While the ancient, craggy bartender is puttering around
behind the bar, finding a glass, washing the glass, drying the glass,
the bartender starts telling the harp a story, to keep him
entertained. Well, this is one of your long, drawn-out shaggy dog
type stories. It goes on for 5 minutes, 10 minutes, and the harp
still hasn't gotten his beer. Eventually, out of frustration, the
harp exclaims, "Will you quit stringing me along?!"
See you all at singing tonight!!
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Horrible, Hal, horrible. :-)
I thrive on other people's groans.
If you're not careful - or ask nicely!, depending on your point of view - I'll introduce you to a shape note punster who regularly quips on Facebook. His name is Robert Kelley if you want to have a wander yourself. This could become a duel (or bi-coastal battering) of enormous proportions!
What's the difference between a Celtic Harp & a trampoline?
You take off your shoes before jumping on a trampoline....
Sorry, that's a mean one.
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