An awful bad joke...

Well, amidst the dales of glumness there is always space for a hillock from where laughter blares into the air, though its level might be lower than the one of a dale itself.... :)

They found a fly in South America which is wing-less...

It hops usually monotuously up and down a short strip of soil, or along a tree branch...
hence they called it the zipper...

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Anonymous said…
Groan.....(aw, ok, it IS funny though....)
12 November 2008 at 20:11
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