Knock knock.
Who's there?
A muse.
Amuse who?
Guess we're writing comedy again today.
Friday, April 24, 2020
Friday, April 17, 2020
Friday, April 10, 2020
Friday Funny
A writer comes home to a burned down house. His slightly-singed wife is standing outside. “What happened, honey?” the man asks.
“Oh, John, it was terrible,” she weeps. “I was cooking, the phone rang. It was your agent. Because I was on the phone, I didn’t notice the stove was on fire. It went up in a second. Everything is gone. I nearly didn’t make it out of the house. Poor Fluffy is–”
“Wait, wait. Back up,” the man says. “My agent called?”
Friday, April 3, 2020
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