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Dumb joke of the day

I subscribe to a joke of the day e-mail, which always goes directly to my spam junk mail folder at work. Fitting. Like we'd dare to laugh on the job. But I digress.

Not sure I laugh much, anyway, when reading these jokes. They're fairly hideous. But today I giggled. Maybe you will too.

Will and Jane were watching their Denver TV station weatherman giving the forecast one cold winter evening. The weatherman said, expect 10 to 12 inches of snow tonight so park on the right side of the road so the city can plow the left side.

Will ran out and parked on the right side. The next week the forecast called for another 10 to 12 inches of snow, but this time the weatherman said park on the left side. So Will ran out and parked the car on the left side of the road.

The following week the forecast was for 16 inches of snow expected, then the lights went out and all our power was lost. Will said, my goodness, now I don’t know where to park the car.

Jane said: “Why don’t you just leave it in the garage!”

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