My friend Alana occasionally emails me forwarded jokes she gets while she’s in the salt mine better known as the bank where she’s employed. This joke was one of those where you had to scroll down like two mouse rolly ball rolls so you could get passed all of the junk and get to the joke.
I guess the people at her bank really liked it.
Last night, my kids and I were sitting in the living room and I said to them, “I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug.”
They got up, unplugged the computer and threw out my wine.
They are SO on my shit list.