2010-09-09 / Columns

Your We ekly Chuckl e . . .

By KEITH HUNTER

When the man rang the doorbell a little girl came to the door.

“May I speak with your mother?” he asked.

“She ain’t home yet,” she said.

“Young lady,” he asked, “where is your grammar?”

“She’s upstairs taking a bath.”

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