NOT A GOOD WAY TO END THE YEAR...

Last night while I was watching LSU murder the GA Tech Engineers, the telephone rang. It was my good buddy Earl.

"Hey Andy, can I crash on your couch tonight?" I told him well sure, and what was wrong? "I'll tell you when I get there."

About 11 o'clock, here comes Earl in a cab, and walks in the house with one doozie of what will become a shiner.

"Earl, what in the world happened?"

"Well Andy, it was like this. Me and Martha (that's his wife) were at a New Year's Eve party with the folks from her work. And I was being really good. I wasn't drinkin' or nothin'. Then the old gal running the party wanted us to all play this game where she asks you questions about your wife and you answer. It was real fun for a while until she got to me and Martha. So she says 'Earl, what is Martha's favorite kind of flower?' I said, 'that's easy, Pillsbury All Purpose.' Unfortunately Martha had been drinkin' for the both of us."

I like Earl, but he's just mud stupid...