So my wife says, “Why did this lady take a tiger to the beach?”
I take the postcard and stare at it. “There’s a tiger in this picture?”
That’s when the trouble started.
EDITOR’S NOTE: I originally posted this a few years ago, but Teresa’s snoring last night sounded like I was in bed with a jungle cat. And I don’t mean that in a good way. So here it is again.
