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Al Batt: Hickory Dickory Doc, impetigo ran up the block (head)
We were old enough to be in school, but not much older than that. One of us contracted impetigo. It spread like wildfire through our ...
We were old enough to be in school, but not much older than that. One of us contracted impetigo. It spread like wildfire through our ...
My right sock was on its last leg.
I don’t read my horoscope. I read my wife’s horoscope so I know what to be prepared for.
I didn’t go to St. Joseph, Missouri, because Missouri loves company.
My neighbor Crandall bought a pair of nice shoes from one of those man cave stores. He had never owned such spiffy shoes. They’d been ...
What do you call someone born on Leap Day?
I played in a baseball game at the Field of Dreams near Dyersville, Iowa.
“Tell me about yourself.” That’s what the fellow seated next to me on the airplane said.
A friend stopped by to tell me there was a turkey on the roof of my house.
My wife, The Queen B, was searching for chocolate-covered radishes or radish-covered chocolates. I forget which.
Iowa is a tropical paradise.
A guy I used to know said, “Morning.” No adjective added.
It was 4 a.m. on a 14-degree January day.
Into the mouth of the wolf, we go.
Everything had been nearly copacetic. It was practically all rainbows and unicorns.