My Cardboard Balcony

by Belinda Roddie "Guy walks into a bar and says, 'Ouch.'" "..." "Eh? Ehhhh?" "Are you serious?" "What?" "I know five year olds who could come up with better jokes than that." "Then how about this: A horse walks into a bar and - " "Ugggggh." "What?" "John." "What?" "Don't even." "Why not?" "I know the punchline." "...No, you don't." "Yes, I do." "No. You don't." "Wanna bet?" "I don't have any money." "Okay. The bartender asks, 'Why the long face?' There. I knew the punchline." "..." "..." "..." "..." "...Oh my God." "What?" " Oh my God." "For Christ's sake, what?" "You're psychic!" "...Um."

One morning at the museum, a Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton decided to wreak havoc upon a small tangle of delinquent school children who had decided to throw rocks at the displays. How they were able to smuggle so many rocks into the museum without security being none the wiser was unclear to curator Benjamin Reynards, who grinned a toothless grin as the preteens shrieked like girls at the dinosaur bones lumbered toward them. He'd have to give his pet a treat in reward.