When the trouble started; jungle cat edition

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.

Author: NeverJetHot

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