A pig walks into a bar and orders 15 beers and then knocks them back.
"You've had a lot to drink," says the bartender. "Would you like o know where the bathroom is?"
"No," says the pig. "I'm the little pig that goes wee-wee-wee all the way home."
Tomorrow, Mr. AOW and I will go down to our neighbors' house for Thanksgiving dinner. Our neighbors always put on a feast for a king!
I hope that, after all that eating and drinking, I don't go wee-wee-wee all the way home! Ha, ha. [Mrs. AOW isn't laughing]
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