On the lighter side...Jokes you can tell your grandmother.

I have a spelling checker.

It came with my PC.

It plane lea marcs four my revue

Mistakes, which I can knot sea.

I’ve run this poem threw it,

I’m sure your please too no,

Its letter perfect in it’s weigh,

My sepal shaker tolled me sew.

Beethoven passed away and was buried in a churchyard cemetery. A couple days later, the Parish Priest was walking through the cemetery and noticed a crowd had gathered at the grave. As he approached he heard strange noises coming from the area where Beethoven was buried. The crowd was becoming anxious so the Priest immediately called the town magistrate.

When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment, and said, "Ah, yes, that’s Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, being played backwards."

He listened a while longer, and said, "There’s the Eighth Symphony, and it’s backwards, too. Most puzzling." So the magistrate kept listening; "There’s the Seventh... the Sixth... the Fifth...

Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate; he stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered. "My fellow citizens, there’s nothing to worry about. It’s just Beethoven decomposing."

A father mentioned to his teen-age son that he wanted to talk with him about the facts of life so he asked his son to meet him in the living room after supper. As the father entered the room, he noticed his son with his feet up on the coffee table and who said without a moment’s hesitation, "O.K., Dad, what is it you want to know?"

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