The congregation of a small stone church decided that the stone which formed the step up to the front door had become too worn by its years of use, and would have to be replaced. Unfortunately, there were hardly any funds available for the replacement. Then someone came up with the bright idea that the replacement could be postponed for many years by simply turning the block of stone over.
They discovered that their great-grandparents had beaten them to it.
—–
The Town was So Small …
The City Jail is called amoeba, because it only has one cell.
Main Street – one block long – dead ends in both directions.
McDonald’s only has one Golden Arch.
The phone book has only one page.
The 7-11 is a 3&1/2 – 5&1/2.
The New Year’s baby was born in October.
The ZIP code is a fraction.
The city limit signs are both on the same post.
Second Street is in the next town over.
There’s no place to go that you shouldn’t.
A “Night on the Town” takes only 11 minutes.
The mayor had to annex property to eat a foot-long hot dog.
—–
Someone in our neighborhood put a huge sofa out by the curb for trash collection. Since it was in good shape, many motorists slowed down for a look. But when they saw how enormous it was, they’d leave.
Eventually a compact car pulled up, and two men got out. “This I’ve got to see,” I thought. They removed the cushions, turned the sofa upside down, and shook it hard. Then they picked up all the coins that tumbled out and drove off.