Jim Foster

I know a disgusting joke about King Billy on a white horse and would tell it here but John, my esteemed editor, would only chop it so why bother?

Now I’m not saying that something bad is going to happen but if I were you I would stick close to home…

Where am I going with all this? I haven’t a clue.

I guess it is time for Orillians to move into the future, to revamp our image of how the Sunshine City is seen by the rest of the world.

Having put several thousand colorectal surgeons out of work I must now move on.

I once dated a girl name Cecilia. She had a curfew but that didn’t matter because her mother never knew if she was out or not.

His most famous poem was The Daffodils, a piece of crap every captive school child has had to recite since he wrote the damn thing in 1807.

I am afraid using the lyrics of a song to describe your love may not be advisable in every circumstance and failure to examine the words closely could lead to serious injury, possibly death.

For the gentleman out there, I wouldn’t mention your life-long interest in pornography unless the lady across the table looks strangely familiar.

He is also a minimalist. I thought that was a stupid thing to put in a dating ad until I realized he was not complaining about what he looks like naked.