What is irony?
Thus:
"I am but a pebble freshly emerged from the sea.
I bask in the sunlight as last!
Oh the JOY!
Then some fool just threw me back in...."
“Or the women in the house will take up the Zen stick and proceed to bash you with it.”
Haha 😝
Jeroen
I read about an Eskimo hunter who asked the local missionary priest, "If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell? "No," said the priest, "not if you did not know." "Then why," asked the Eskimo earnestly, "did you tell me?"
-- Annie Dillard
lobster
Some great insights everyone, 
Very important to understand that Mind in Buddhism includes emotions and body feelings. Some of these are hormonal, age and gender related etc.
As I slowly disintegrate into irrelevance, alternate relevance and Anti-Vance, I can attest:

lobster
Tee hee a more conventional funny I found on Mastodon this morning...
A shrewd antique dealer from London was driving through the Somerset countryside when he stopped for petrol.
As he walked past a run-down cottage, he noticed a stray tabby cat drinking milk from a shallow saucer on the porch.
The dealer took one look at the saucer and nearly stopped breathing. It was genuine Ming dynasty porcelain, worth at least £25,000.
Determined to make the deal of his life, he knocked on the door.
An elderly man answered.
“Good afternoon, sir. I couldn’t help noticing that lovely cat on your porch. My mother has been terribly lonely lately, and he looks just like a cat she had when she was young. Would you take £20 for him?”
The old man scratched his beard.
“Aye, lad. That sounds fair enough.”
The dealer handed him £20 and picked up the cat.
After taking a couple of steps, he turned back casually.
“Oh, by the way, would you mind throwing in that old saucer? The cat’s used to drinking from it, so it might help him settle in.”
The old man chuckled.
“Not on your life, mate. That’s my lucky saucer. I’ve sold thirty-four cats from this porch just this month alone.”
lobster
Father Murphy wants to raise money for his church and he has heard that there is a fortune to be made in horse racing. However, he does not have enough money to buy a horse, so he decides to buy a donkey instead and enters him in a race. To his surprise the donkey comes third. The headline on the sports page reads: ”Priest’s Ass Shows.” Father Murphy enters it in another race and this time it wins. The headline reads: ”Priest’s Ass Out Front.” The bishop is so upset by this kind of publicity that he orders Father Murphy not to race his donkey again. The headline reads: ”Bishop Scratches Priest’s Ass.” This is too much for the bishop. So he orders Father Murphy to get rid of the donkey. He gives it to Sister Theresa. And the headline reads: ”Nun Has Best Ass in Town.” The bishop faints. He then informs Sister Theresa that she must dispose of the donkey. She sells it to Paddy for ten dollars. The next day the bishop is found dead on the dining room table with a newspaper clutched in his hand. The headline reads: ”Nun Sells Her Ass for Ten Bucks.”
Jeroen
Sisters Agnes, Theresa and Margaret go out for a walk from the convent. They enter the local liquor store and order a bottle of bourbon whiskey.
”Sisters,” says the owner, looking concerned, ”you should not be drinking hard liquor.”
”It is not for us,” explains Sister Agnes, ”This is for Mother Superior’s constipation.”
He sells them the whiskey and the nuns leave. Later as he closes the store and walks down the street, the owner finds the nuns sitting under a tree, gulping in turns from the bottle.
”Sisters, I’m shocked,” he says. ”You told me that booze was for Mother Superior’s constipation.”
”It is,” says Sister Theresa. ”When she hears about this she will shit herself.”
Jeroen
Smore, the dog, keeps waiting for her "Friend" the squirrel, to show up. Said squirrel is not coming out as soap and towels have not been provided.