An Amish boy and his father were visiting a nearby mall. They were amazed by almost everything they saw, but especially by two shiny silver walls that moved apart and back together again by themselves.
The lad asked, "What is this, father?"
The father (having never seen an elevator) responded, "I have no idea what it is."
While the boy and his father were watching wide-eyed, an old lady in a wheelchair rolled up to the moving walls and pressed a button. The walls opened and the lady rolled between them into a small room. The walls closed and the boy and his father watched as small circles lit up above the walls.
The walls opened up again and a beautiful twenty-four-year-old woman stepped out.
The father looked at his son anxiously and said, "Go get your mother."
A young boy about eight years old came through the checkout with a big box of laundry detergent. The grocer was curious. Why was the young fella buying such a big box of soap?
'It's not for laundry,' said the boy. 'I'm going to wash my dog.'
'You shouldn't wash your dog in this stuff,' said the grocer. 'It's very powerful. He'll get sick. It might even kill him.'
But the boy was not to be stopped. He paid and walked out with the detergent.
A week later the boy came back.
How's the dog, asked the grocer.
'Oh, he died,' said the boy.
The grocer was sorry, but he added, 'I did warn you not to use the detergent on your dog.'
'I don't think it was the detergent that killed him,' said the lad.
'What was it then?'
'I think it was the spin cycle.'
An old man lived alone in
his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only
son, who would have helped him, was in an Israeli
prison.
The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned
his predicament. Shortly, he received this reply, "For
HEAVEN'S SAKE, Dad, don't dig up that garden, that's
where I buried the GUNS!"
At 4 A.M. the next morning, a dozen of Israeli
soldiers showed up and dug up the entire garden,
without finding any guns.
Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son
telling him what happened, and asking him what to do
next.
His son's reply was: "Now plant your potatoes, Dad.
This is the best I can do for you at this time."
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