Knock, knock!
Who’s there?
Dish.
What?
Not what? Great! You’ve killed the joke. Take me to the dishwasher or you’ll come back to work with sour gnats and a funky smell at your workstation. I’ll make it so stanky, everyone will hold their noses as they walk by just for being a Joke killer.
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Authors note: one of the things about enjoying to write is that it spills over into every aspect of your life. Part of my job is to make sure the dishwasher gets ran so the cleaning lady can unload it. This was my reminder Friday for staff the ‘bring out their dishes’.
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