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Oct. 11th, 2004 11:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosIt's Monday, nobody I know won the Powerball this weekend, and Fred Phelps is still alive but Christopher Reeve isn't. *grumbles*
Rec me a fanfic, an LJ post, a website ... anything. Tell me a joke, some amusing trivis, a funny anecdote ... anything. Write me a drabble, a movie review ... anything.
I have to leave for work soon, so I probably won't get to respond until tonight, but I'm going to have my email sent to my cell phone, so at least I'll be amused with LJ comments as the day goes on. :)
*shags friends list for good measure, then leaves the number for a very large Swiss bank account on the nightstand*
Rec me a fanfic, an LJ post, a website ... anything. Tell me a joke, some amusing trivis, a funny anecdote ... anything. Write me a drabble, a movie review ... anything.
I have to leave for work soon, so I probably won't get to respond until tonight, but I'm going to have my email sent to my cell phone, so at least I'll be amused with LJ comments as the day goes on. :)
*shags friends list for good measure, then leaves the number for a very large Swiss bank account on the nightstand*
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Date: 2004-10-11 09:58 am (UTC)Hodja, he said, I would like to borrow your donkey to carry my wood.
Hodja did not want to lend his donkey to his neighbour. No, he said, my son has taken my donkey to the village, so you cannot borrow him.
At that momen, Hodja's donkey let out a huge bray from the yard.
But Hodja, his neighbour asked, if your donkey has gone to town, what's that in your backyard?
Hodja turned on his neighbour and said, who are you going to believe, me or the donkey?