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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 ...
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Al Batt: I love cashiers and those little checkout dividers
My right sock was on its last leg.
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Al Batt: My horoscope says I shouldn’t read it, so I don’t
I don’t read my horoscope. I read my wife’s horoscope so I know what to be prepared for.
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Al Batt: Showing up and shining in the Show Me State
I didn’t go to St. Joseph, Missouri, because Missouri loves company.
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Al Batt: The shoulder devil made him free the halluces
My neighbor Crandall bought a pair of nice shoes from one of those man cave stores. He had ...
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Al Batt: Good night. Sleep tight. Don’t let the pillows bite.
Part of a human being is a human sleeping.
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Al Batt: No coupons? What are you, a billionaire or something?
What do you call someone born on Leap Day?
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Al Batt: The lasting legend of a larruping good lick in Ledyard
I played in a baseball game at the Field of Dreams near Dyersville, Iowa.
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Al Batt: A post turtle comes to a fork in the road one day
“Tell me about yourself.” That’s what the fellow seated next to me on the airplane said.
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Al Batt: That’s no weather vane; it’s Tula the wild turkey hen
A friend stopped by to tell me there was a turkey on the roof of my house.
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Al Batt: In search of the holy grail of greeting cards
My wife, The Queen B, was searching for chocolate-covered radishes or radish-covered chocolates. I forget which.
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Al Batt: Fighting over a thermostat should be an Olympics event
Iowa is a tropical paradise.
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Al Batt: I’d been prepared to perform mouth-to-bill resuscitation
A guy I used to know said, “Morning.” No adjective added.
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Al Batt: It might have been better but it could have been worse
It was 4 a.m. on a 14-degree January day.
