This week's joke was inspired by my sister's just concluded week of postings about her and our mother's cooking. It is also more than a little stolen from the inimitable Terry Pratchett.
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A Klatchian mother, struggling to make ends ends meat, or at least one end less vegetable, walks into an Ankh-Morpork butcher shop and asks the countertroll for the only thing she can afford.
"One day-old sheep's head," the woman requests meekly.
As the troll is calling the order back into the cutting room, the woman's son pulls at the hem of her skirt and says exictedly, "Make sure the butcher leaves the eyes in, Mum. Make sure it's with eyes."
Puzzled, the mother asks why, and the boy says, "Because that 'ead needs to see us through all next week!"
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See you at the Fools' Guild reunion.
Keep a good thought for Pratchett and find out which Discworld character you are. (The test is kind of lame, but it's better than nothing.)
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