One year at Thanksgiving, my Mom went to my sister's house for the traditional feast. Knowing how gullible my sister is, my Mom decided to play a trick. She told my sister she had to get something from the store. Later, when the turkey was in the oven, my sister left to do something in another part of the house. My Mom took the turkey out of the oven, removed the stuffing, stuffed a Cornish hen, and inserted it into the turkey, and re-stuffed the turkey. She then placed the bird(s) back in the oven.

When it was time for dinner, my sister pulled the turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the stuffing. When her serving spoon hit some-thing, she reached in and pulled out the little bird. With a look of total shock on her face, my mother exclaimed, "Patricia, you've cooked a pregnant bird!"

At this horrifying news, my sister started to cry. It took the family two hours to convince her that turkeys lay eggs!
Yep!....A Blondie..

That was great. When my little sister was about 5 years old she told my mother at the dinner table that she wanted a bra. My Dad interrupted her and said that instead of buying her a bra that he'd make one for her. He looked at me and said "Go get me two bottle caps and a rubber band". His delivery was timed perfect. I blew milk all over the place. Good times.

That is HILARIOUS!!

Eons ago,a girlfriend told me of being of age she needed a training bra,to which she thought,"what am I supposed to train them to do?"

Why does a blonde wear hooped earings?



To help support her ankles