It was so long ago, there was no pole.
A guy was walking down the street carrying a 13-foot pole. Somebody asked him, are you a pole vaulter? He answered, “No, I’m a Swede, but how did you know my name was Valter?”
I knew a stripper named Candi. I doubt you married her, though. This was a long, long time ago.
Many guys don’t get an offer even that good.
And they hope the burglars are Ancient Mesopotamia buffs.
Les Frères sure have the oddest takeaways.
The way that guy looks, I’d need to know if red touches yellow.
This Halloween tip brought to you in, um … late June.
Just the fact that the ancients minted coins so exact and so ornate is amazing. Even the ones that lost some of the definition were legal tender, and vigorously pursued and hoarded. You knew that. What struck me was the consistency of the face of the obverse (for the most part) and the horse motif on the reverse. I never knew that.
My Favorite Part® is “Relief Could be a Rolf Away.”
Some of those coins on The Blog look like they were designed and struck by Picasso on a bad day.