One from Richard. I originally heard this aa a blonde joke.
A man goes to a restaurant and buys a small juice carton. On the side,
he sees a peel-off prize sticker. He opens it and yells, "I won a motor
home! I won a Winnebago motor home!" The waitress argues, "That's
impossible. The biggest prize is a stereo system!" The man insists, "No.
I won a motor home!" The manager hears the ruckus and walks over. He
says, "You couldn't possibly have won a motor home, because we didn't
have that as one of our prizes." The customer insists, and hands the
manager the sticker. On it, the manager reads,
"Win a Bagel."
Posted by denny at November 14, 2005 12:00 AMThats terrible! You are getting down to the level of the jokes I tell, and that is not good. When I was on the bench, they HAD to laugh, but now.....
Posted by: Jeremy on November 14, 2005 12:11 AMDig deeper, Denny. You can surely find something better!
Posted by: Alan on November 14, 2005 01:33 AMThis is bad, we'll need a blog wide appeal to save this one.
Posted by: Murray on November 14, 2005 03:13 AMIt's Monday, so I'll forgive this one.
Posted by: Spongerob on November 14, 2005 10:01 AMOne of the things that makes puns so endearing is how horribly lame they are and I must say this one is sublime to the 9th Thanks..keep up the great work !!
Posted by: Arrathorn on November 14, 2005 11:41 AMThe Founding Fathers were sitting around a table
sometime in 1776,
working on the constitution. It had been a long day
when Thomas
Jefferson said, "Whew! It's getting rather warm in
here, isn't it?"
Ben Franklin replied, "Shall I open the window?" "No,
that's alright.
I'll just take off my jacket, and roll up my sleeves."
"Hey, that's a
good idea. Why don't we include that in the
constitution?" "What?
That we're allowed to take our jackets off and roll up
our sleeves
while at work?" "Yeah, but that doesn't sound very
smooth. How about
'Everyone shall have the right to bare arms?'"
From A Prairie Home Companion, years ago:
Why do sea-gulls fly to the sea?
If they flew to the bay, they'd be bay-gulls.
A metal craftsman became known far and wide for
developing a whole
new art form by turning ordinary door hinges into
exquisite works of
beauty. But business suddenly dropped. To help with
expenses, he
rented out space in his shop to a shoe repairman. When
the city
zoning officials found out what he had done he was
ordered to appear
in court where he was found guilty. But, " he
protested, " what did I
do wrong? " "Well," the judge explained, "you were
fine when you were
only selling your beautiful metalwork for doors, but
when you allowed
the shoe repairer to share your space, it became a
clear-cut case of
adding insole to hingery!"