Man, I can’t believe work gets in the way of my Friday Joke sometimes. Yeah, yeah, it’s late. But it’s here.
A guy walks into a doctor’s office with a carrot in his ear and a piece of celery up his nose. The Doctor says, “I can tell you right now you’re not eating right.”
Oh, my, it’s late in the day and I almost didn’t this posted. That’s what I get for working for a living.
Here’s a real stinker.
Three guys were fishing at a lake in the summer, when one of them fell in.
After rescuing him from the bottom, the first guy gave him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. “Man, this guy really has bad breath!” he exclaimed. “I cant revive him, you give it a try!”
The second guy took his turn. “Man, you’re right, he does have raunchy bad breath, and i don’t remember this snowmobile suit either!”
There’s no easy way to tell you this. So I’ll just blurt it out.
Where does the king keep his armies?
Up his sleevies.
Yep, once again, another week has arced across the sky and exploded into little tiny bits, raining down week-debris upon our heads. To celebrate this short-lived event, we present the ritual recognition of ephemerality known as the Friday Joke.
What did one cannibal say to the other while they were eating a clown?
Does this taste funny to you?
Yup, it’s that time of the week again. The Friday Joke is just a fact of life.
What has four legs, is big, green, fuzzy, and if it fell out of a tree it would kill you?
A pool table.
After two weeks immersed in graduate school classes, it’s almost a vacation to be back at work with a bunch of looming deadlines.
Anyway, here’s the Friday joke:
What’s red and bad for your teeth?
You ready? You sure?
Here it is:
A man opens his door and finds a snail on his front porch. He picks it up and throws it across the street.
A year later the man opens his door and finds the same snail on his front porch.
The snail looks up and says, “What the fuck was that all about?”