Saturdays

In the midWest anyhow, the weekly schedule ran like this:

Monday - do the wash;  Tuesday iron what's clean (pause for us all to scream with laughter at the very thought of getting out the tools and then Wed. on through the week until Saturday, doing what you do for a living that, if nothing else will pay for more starch to finish ironing.  Okay.  But no law says you can't have fun through your week.  As unlikely as it may be that you could.  Have fun that is.  Readers Digest to the rescue. 

Yes I believe in science - that's how the jelly gets in the donuts.   I buy seedless grapes only; leave the wine-making to the professionals.  I had a prune joke, but it's dated.  I have a Star Wars joke but it's forced.

I have a nihilist joke but (shrug) who cares?   I have a joke about cows but I don't want to milk it.

I have a joke about a broken clock, but it's not the right time.

And...Charles Dickens walks into a bar and orders a martini and the bartender asks "Olive or twist?" 

 Rene Des Cartes walks into a bar.  "You want a beer,?" asks the bartender  "I think not," says DesCartes, and then he disappears.   I don't get that; if you do, have a nice snicker at me and put the punch line in a Comment.