Bad Tat Days jokes

My buddy Bubba knew I went to Tat Days this weekend. So he called me and harrassed me with this exchange:

Bubba: Where did you go this weekend?

Me: I went to my tatting convention.

Bubba: Where was it?

Me: In South Carolina.

Bubba: How did you get there?

Me: I drove, of course.

Bubba: Why didn't you take the Tatting Shuttle? HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

On another note, I told a bad joke at lunch on Saturday. The ladies at my table roared. So I'll share it with you - it's a letter.

Dear Tide:

I am writing to say what an excellent product you have! I've used it all of my married life, as my Mom always told me it was the best.

Now that I am in my fifties I find it even better! In fact, about a month ago, I spilled some red wine on my new white blouse . My inconsiderate and uncaring husband started to belittle me about how clumsy I was, and generally started becoming a pain in the neck. One thing led to another and somehow I ended up with his blood on my new white blouse!

I grabbed my bottle of Tide with bleach alternative, and to my surprise and satisfaction, all of the stains came out!

In fact, the stains came out so well the detectives who came by yesterday told me that the DNA tests on my blouse were negative and then my attorney called and said that I was no longer considered a suspect in the disappearance of my husband.

What a relief! Going through menopause is bad enough without being a murder suspect! I thank you, once again, for having a great product.

Well, gotta go, have to write to the Hefty bag people.