31 August 2011
Good later evening lovers, friends, family and inanimate objects.
I am drinking whiskey, eating Icelandic chocolate and listening to American Football (S/T*) while GF watches television.
Earlier tonight, we called her niece and nephew via phone and spoke with them. They are ages seven and 11 respectively.
During the conversation, all four of us told jokes with punchlines like, “Welcome to Booger King,” “He was making too much racquet,” and “Because the chicken and duck started a business together.”
Most of you who know my sense of humor (humour for our UK readers) know it never developed past a third-grade level. Yes, I learned some new words (like feint and didactic) and started incorporating profanity (like fuck and ass, which shouldn’t even count, so let’s say shit instead), but I generally adore and incorporate as many cheesy, horrible puns and nonsensical, grade school jokes into my daily life as humanly possibly. In fact, my favorite joke of all time involves a troubled child called Bootyitch** and a pastor encouraging a bereaved mother to scratch at will.
My favorite books (besides Island of the Blue Dolphins, the Bible and Born Standing Up [by Steve Martin]) are knock-knock and joke books.
So tonight, I bring you some jokes I will just list at random. Some you may know, some no one may know (even yours truly). Be sure to read them aloud wherever you are for the full effect. [Punchlines are in italics]
1. Why did the puppet get mad at Frankie Avalon?
Because he wanted to marry Annette.
2. Who is Captain Picard’s least favorite tennis player?
Bjorn the Borg
3. When should you go to the dentist?
At tooth hurty.
4. What is an allergist’s favorite ‘primetime soap opera?
5. [Joke to be determined]
Axl Rows (pronounced ‘rose’ for our UK readers, not rouse)
*In case you don’t know, which I didn’t a couple of years ago, people apparently use “S/T” to refer to a self-titled album.
**Not to be confused with the famous Russian playwright, Aleksandr Bootyvitch who wrote such plays as “Vodka on my Plate” and “Waiting for Godot (to Bring Back Vodka)” and other stereotypes you probably assumed this blog was above using. (It is not.)