Μια φορά και ένα καιρό

Μια φορά και ένα καιρό σε ένα μικρό χωράφι ανάμεσα σε 2 τεράστια δάση φύτρωσε μια μαργαρίτα με κόκκινα πέταλα. Γύρω της είχε αρκετές μαργαρίτες αλλά ήταν όλες άσπρες! Μια μέρα εκεί

, said Zorba, to which I responded, "It's all Greek to me." Someone flung a glass of ouzo onto the floor, crying, "Opa!" Soon the floor was a janitor's nightmare.

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ing prototype condoms was not a job George ever imagined having, but to be honest he wasn't complaining too much. In fact, he almost looked forward to

finding a particularly failure prone brand of prototype condoms to secretly swap out on his cheating ex-girlfriend, Stella. Or maybe just shooting them across the room into her

work bag would be revenge enough. He sighed looking down at his pack of condoms. Even though Stella was his ex, he wanted the new guy to know of her infidelity. Planting condoms wa

s clearly not working. Every Saturday, he'd donned his green gloves and wide-brimmed hat to water the bed where he'd planted the rubbers. But nothing sprouted. He was beginning

to smile when he thought about how tomorrow he would wear this broad brimmed hat and frighten that little girl by singing "God is in his church..." whoops he let the hose touch

his lips. Now he had to go disinfect them. He hated gargling the hydrogen peroxide, but there was no way he could properly conduct a sermon with hose-germs on his lips. Once he'd