On this morning's bus ride, the young woman who sat next to me smelled like flowers.
During my evening commute, two older gentlemen had a loud conversation about the train wreck, Canada, fishing, and then traded jokes.
A: If April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring?
B: Bees?
A: Pilgrims!
The bus driver liked this one and asked if he could use it.
A: What is the only kind of bee that makes milk?
B: I dunno.
A; Boobees!
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