Jokes

Mr. Keen trudged through the snow to the home of his neighbor, Mr. Dahl.

"Awright," he snarled when Dahl answered the door, "I've had it with your son pissin' in my yard. I looked out the window before and his name was written in the freakin' snow!"

Dahl grinned, "Come on now, Keen...is that really worth getting all riled up about?"

"You bet!" he replied. "It's my daughter's handwriting!"