Humor: Best of Fortunes for Wednesday January 31, 2007

Each night Father fills me with dread When he sits on the foot...
Each night Father fills me with dread When he sits on the foot of my bed; I'd not mind that he speaks In gibbers and squeaks, But for the seventeen years he's been dead. -- Edward Gorey

CIGARETTE: A fire at one end, a fool at the other, ...
CIGARETTE: A fire at one end, a fool at the other, and a bit of tobacco in between.

Each Friday his engines abort, But Scotty is never caught...
Each Friday his engines abort, But Scotty is never caught short. He fills his machines With space-navy beans, And farts the ship back into port.