Ha Ha Ha

This week you are being treated to three humorous conversations and one amusing story.

Dialogue One takes place online between Bunny and Mischief.
Mischief: Did you invite Singing Girl to movie night?
Bunny: Yes I did, but she said she was busy.
M: Oh? What is she doing Saturday night?
B: I'm not sure.
M: Did you ask her what she was doing?
B: Yeah.
M: And what did she say?
B: She didn't really say.
M: What do you mean? She must have said something.
B: She didn't use exact words.
M: How could she not have used exact words!??!?!

Dialogue two was overheard at the Crazy House the other night.
Pisser: We have to do something about the backyard the weeds are growing crazy.
Superstar: Well, what should we do? Maybe we should all spend a day out there clearing the weeds out?
P: Yes, let's all spend a day out there. When are you free?
S: Well, I am not free on Saturdays. And I am not free on weekdays.
Mischief: Hmmm. So what you are saying is you are not free on Saturdays, and Tuesdays, and Thursdays, and Fridays, and Wednesdays, and Mondays?
P: Just ignore him.
M: Ha ha ha.

Dialogue three was another online one that took place at 11:30 pm on a Sunday night.
Pisser: I'm working tomorrow.
Mischief: So?
P: I might not make the game tomorrow.
M: Tomorrow is Monday; we play on Tuesdays.
P: Oh, I thought it was already Monday. Ok I'm working on Tuesday.
M: So?
P: I might miss the game.
M: The game is at 10:15.
P: I must be retarded. I thought the game was at 7:15.

And finally, an amusing story. It is an early Saturday morning. I awaken early to go to Safeway before the hordes of people do. Just as I jump out of bed, I hear some meowing outside. It doesn't sound exactly like one of my kitties, but I open the door anyway to take a look. In runs Gorda into my bedroom and down the hallway. I start to change out of my pj's. She comes running back in. She jumps on my bed and drops something. I go take a closer look, and it is a dead bird. Ewww I think. I pick up my garbage can. I use my slipper to knock the bird into the can. I finish getting dressed and I notice the kitties are eyeing the garbage can. I listen. I can hear noises coming from what is now the not-so-dead bird. I put the garbage can, bird and all, in the garage. I back my car out of the garage and off to Safeway I go. Shop, shop, shop. As I return home, I open my garage, and a little bird flies out. And everyone lived happily ever after.

--Mischief