It was nice to be somewhere where I could understand the jokes. I really enjoyed all the small laughs. Calling a line of cute zipper purses “boygirlparty” –isn’t that a great name? and this:
Isn’t it funny enough that paid dog petters exist? Two of these businesses putting their cards right next to each other? How many “animal massage therapists” can Portland, Oregon need? I, for sure, would go with the one that thought up a great name and hired a designer.
Tanya’s fabulous idea for a business: Doggie convalescent hospital, for owners that don’t want to put their dog to sleep, but aren’t home enough to take care their aging pet. I’m sure it already exists. They should contract out with the pet massagers. If people can think of it, it will be done, said my grandfather.
Our friend Lee’s teenage daughter said to him, “Daddy, why don’t you have bumper stickers on your car?” With a sigh Lee said, “Because once I got started I wouldn’t be able to stop.”
I saw: “I’d tell you to go to hell, but I work there and I don’t want to see you everyday.” Which is funny for me because I work at home. Alone.
Spotted by my sister: “Horn broken. Watch for finger.”
And later I saw the companion: “Next time wave to me with all your fingers.”
A very Portland one: Education is National Security.
Recently seen by Luanne: “Of course I’m in a hurry. I have to poop.”
And from my home town: Honk if you’ve never seen a gun fired from a moving vehicle.
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 
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