Good Joke Thursday

So, I may have another blog coming shortly, maybe it will come today, or tomorrow, or the next. We'll see.  I just don't have time to type it up at the moment, but as I sit here, heading out the door to my favorite appointment(acupuncture, hurrah!), I realized something almost awful: It's Thursday, and I haven't posted a joke yet. I know that's why you all come and read this blog.  I probably just lost half my readers just for that mistake. (Which takes us down to.... carry the 3...subtract the 2... find a calculator.... let's see = 1...?)  ;-)

So here it is:
The Vietnamese Choreboy

A groups of soldiers in the Vietnam War were always playing jokes on their Vietnamese hired servant.  This boy was about 16 years old, and he always took the pranks in stride. The band of soldiers were shocked that a teenager could have such patience, so they decided to see how far they would have to go for him to finally explode.  They dumped cold water on him in the middle of the night. They nailed his shoes to the floor.  They sewed his pant legs closed.  The pranks just kept getting worse, but each time, the boy just let it roll off him, as if he had not even noticed they were doing it.  After a while, the soldiers began to feel bad.  They felt so guilty that finally the called him to a meeting and apologized. "We were wrong, and you handled our pranks admirably, and we should have been more mature, but somehow you were.  So, from now on, no more pranks.  We'll treat you with love." 

The boy was stunned at first, so they asked him if he understood.  He asked, "No more water while sleeping?"  And the assured him, no more water while sleeping.  So he asked, "No more shoes nailed to the floor?"  No more shoes nailed to the floor, "No more sewing pants closed?"  No more sewing pants closed.  "No more pranks ever?"  No more pranks ever.  The boy stood, nodded, straightened his hat, "Okay.  No more spit in soup."