Missing Andrew...

[A-1 (imported)]

There was once a king of a wealthy island nation. The king could have built a large palace on the island. However, tradition dictated that he live in a modest grass hut like the island's other inhabitants. Wanting to enjoy his wealth, he called in engineers. They suggested that he build an elaborate throne. They designed the throne, along with a series of ropes and levers to raise and lower it. That way, he could lift it up to the top of his hut when not in use, leaving more room for other activities. The king was happy for a few months. But soon the ropes frayed and the throne tumbled down and shattered. This goes to prove that people who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones.

[twaddler (imported)]

Har Har Har! :p

[DeaconBlues (imported)]

There once was a shoe maker, who lived in a beautiful coastal town. Most of his clients were sailors who appreciated the superior quality footwear he made.

Many of his sailor customers would tell their sea-stories to him when they would drop by to pick up their shoes or order a new pair to be made. The shoe maker eventually developed a yearning to travel to sea himself, but lacking any nautical skills and money for travel he just hoped someday to be able to travel. He told his family that he wanted at the very least, to be buried at sea like the sailor he wished he had been.

He and his wife did manage to go on a short pleasure cruise, and on thier first night aboard, while enjoying their dessert after dinner, the wife, with no provocation at all, threw her dessert at the cobbler's face. "What in the hell did you do that for?!"

"Darling, it is the only way you are ever going to be berried at sea." And ever since that day, he was known as the "berry cobbler."

[kristoff]

There once was a shoe mak

ker, who lived in a beautiful coastal town. Most of his clients were sailors who appreciated the superior quality footwear he made.

Many of his sailor customers would tell their sea-stories to him when they would drop by to pick up their shoes or order a new pair to be made. The shoe maker eventually developed a yearning to travel to sea himself, but lacking any nautical skills and money for travel he just hoped someday to be able to travel. He told his family that he wanted at the very least, to be buried at sea like the sailor he wished he had been.

He and his wife did manage to go on a short pleasure cruise, and on thier first night aboard, while enjoying their dessert after dinner, the wife, with no provocation at all, threw her dessert at the cobbler's face. "What in the hell did you do that for?!"

"Darling, it is the only way you are ever going to be berried at sea." And ever since that day, he was known as the "berry cobbler."

Approaching Andrew quality.....

[DeaconBlues (imported)]

Approaching Andrew quality.....

In my whole life, I have never been so complimented.