Friday with Giants

The basis of ordinary humor
is the limitations
of the human mind.


A couple of gods were hanging out, passing a good time, when the taller one said, “I’ve noticed that your little creatures are just as cute as they can be.”  And the other one eye-balled him suspiciously and replied, “Say, is this a trick observation?”


And from the ole mail bag comes this letter:
“Dear Sir:  Come on – tell us the truth!”


Every morning, bright and semi-early, one chap would rap himself sharply on the side of his head and say, “Stay tuned for further developments.”


In the speech of The Giants
there are no such things
as conjunctions.