A bill collector knocked on the door of a coutry debtor. "Is Fred home?" he asked the woman who answered the door. "Sorry," the woman replied. " Fred`s gone for cotton."
The next day the collector tried again. "Is Fred here today ?" " No, sir," she said, " I`m afraid Fred has gone for cotton ."
When returned the third day he humphed , " I suppose Fred has gone for cotton again,?" No," the woman answered solemnly, " Fred died yesterday."
Suspicious he was being avoided, the collector decided to wait a week and investigate the cemetery himself. But sure enough, there was poor Fred`s tombstone, with this inscription :.....
" Gone, But Not for Cotton."
A monastery in the English countryside had fallen on hard times, and decided to establish a business to help with their expenses, such as a bakery or vineyard. Being English, however, they decided to open a fish and chip restaurant. The establishment soon became very popular, attracting people from all over. One city fellow, thinking himself clever, asked one of the brothers standing nearby, " I suppose you`re the `fish friar`?"
" No," answered the brother levelly, " I`m the `chip monk`."

2 comments:
Lol, love it Sandra :o)
Sara x
Oh My! Both jokes were very funny! I enjoyed them. LOL God Bless
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