Herb’s Blog, Herbdate 22161 – 731:
A bill collector knocked on the door of a country debtor. “Is Fred home?” he asked the woman who answered the door. “Sorry,” the woman replied. “Fred’s gone for cotton.”
The next day the collector tried again. “Is Fred here today?”
“No, sir,” she said, “I’m afraid Fred has gone for cotton.”
When he returned the third day he humphed, “I suppose Fred is gone for cotton again,?”
“No,” the woman answered solemnly, “Fred died yesterday.”
Suspicious that he was being avoided, the collector decided to wait a week and investigate the cemetery himself, but sure enough, there was poor Fred’s tombstone, with this inscription, “Gone, But Not for Cotton.”
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Comments
17 responses to “Poor Fred”
Oh no
Poor Fred.
I snickered 🤭
I also hope to one day be gone, but never for cotton 🤣
Lol. You are unforgettable.
🤭 lol
Good dad puns today.
Thank you!
Thanks for the laughs! 🙄
Sorry meant to put laughing face, not rolling eyes. So embarrassed! I genuinely got a chuckle from these. Sorry, Herb.
No worries. I’m used to people rolling their eyes at my jokes, heaven knows why.
Nooooooo! I didn’t.
lol
Thanks for reading.
I always enjoy the true stories.
They’re the best.
Thank you for the chuckles! 🙂
You’re welcome.