Ripley's Believe It or Not by Ripley’s Believe It or Not! for February 06, 2023

I wonder who they had counting at the Crayola factory? Must have been a boring job, and what if you lost count?

I suppose people called that Harry Potter character memorial Dobby Socks!

RBION neglected to state that it was 25 years ago today (February, 6th) that Fred Rogers poured the wax for the 100 billionth Crayola crayon.

You could do your own Dobby memorial in the living room—-an elf on the shelf.

How about a final memorial to all the bloated attention being given to that other Harry who used to live in Britain?

Tiny diamonds are good for industrial use, so that’s a good thing

From what I’ve seen of Harry Potter fans online, they’re all raging Gretas, so… chalk up another one for hypocrisy.

I wonder what they’d have done at a makeshift grave for Dumbledore.

There is an actual tombstone in Laurel Hill Cemetery in Philadelphia for Adrian Balboa, the wife of the title character in the “Rocky” movies.

Dobby died? I don’t remember that. It’s been a while since I’ve read the books. I probably will later this year.

Disappointing that the Potter fellow was not called Fuzzy as a small youth. ~ Slappy Magee, it was the whiskey, my friends, it was the whiskey

Take care, may relentless Bavarian umlaut counter Professor Gerbrecht “They’re Just Dots To The Uneducated But They’re The Very Soul Of Intrinsic Meanings Speaking To Us Through The Ages” Ocdord be with you, and gesundheit.

Mr Rogers was that very rare person who could be both a dork and cool at the same time.

That town must be very pretty at night when the streetlights hit the diamonds.

Does Nordlingen Germany flood in heavy rains???

What color was the crayon?

I wasn’t aware that Dobby, from Harry Potter series, died. When did this happen?

Did an A.I. draw Fred Rogers???

even that Rogers was colorblind, what color did he poor the wax for Crayola?

Wax? Beef fat.

Here’s an old joke with a new twist:

A man from Texas, a man from California, and a man from Oregon are all sitting around a campfire. The Texan takes a flask from his pocket, uncorks it, takes one swig, and then hurls the flask high into the air. He takes his six-shooter out, aims, and BLAM! glass shards and whiskey are coming down.

“Why’d you do that?” the other men want to know.

“We have a LOT of whiskey in Texas,” he explains.

Not to be outdone, the Californian removes a wine bottle from his pocket, uncorks it, takes a sip, and then hurls the rest of the bottle into the air. He takes his six-shooter out, and BLAM! glass shards and wine are coming down.

“We have a LOT of wine in California,” he says.

Without saying a word, the Oregonian takes out his gun and shoots the Californian.

I’m missing the jokes that we used to get here. So…..Agatha: When I was a little girl, my mother told me that if I made funny faces, my face would stay that way.Sally: Well, you can’t say you weren’t warned.(Mine are not as good as the ones from the OFWTJ club.)

Telling some fanatics to stop doing something, will only make more of them do just the opposite.