a member sent me this in my yahoo and i thought i would share
the bad part is i couldnt get the attachment pic to work
so you just have to read through the lines....LOL

i got the pics...









Last night we went to a party at our local senior center. The Third Monday of every month they have an evening potluck supper. We usually eat, play bingo, reminisce, and drink a little wine and talk about the good ole days...

We heard Selma Martin's grandson is staying with her for a few weeks. It's rumored he got in a scrap over some marijuana with the law out in Montana and he came to Port Orange to avoid the heat. Anyway, Selma is known for her delicious Brownies and she always bakes up a quadruple batch for each get-together. She makes enough for everyone and some for folks to take one home for later. For some reason they were extra good this week and every last one of them was eaten. Not a one left over. We later found out that Selma's grandson, Butch, laced the brownies with some of his marijuana.

Knowing this, I guess it offers a logical reason for everyone feeling good that night By the time Zeke put on the bunny hop record, everyone was in a real good mood and it was the first time the whole place got up and danced ..............

That is until the cops came to check all the noise complaints.

Well, that's another story. ....................

Funny as hell!:-)