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A great place to keep your fantastic ideas, like, "Hey! I need to write more sentences about crickets and English gentlemen with unruly beards."
“Take my wife, please!” said the barista, and because this was the only part of the joke that Hiroshi overheard, he figured he’d just discovered yet another odd American custom.
No one appreciated the irony of Henry’s joke or the logistics involved when he replaced the Statue of Liberty’s torch with a giant middle finger and turned her around facing toward France.
“You see,” he began, “it’s the duck in this story who has the dignity, rather the human being who’s requesting the pleasure of the duck’s company behind the elm tree, because I think it goes without saying that no self-respecting duck would ever be caught dead engaging in such reprehensible behavior with anyone from Minnesota or, for that matter, any state with such a large contingent of people with Nordic ancestry.”
“Don’t look so serious, Mr. E, it was just a joke; the IRS doesn’t actually quarter people anymore.”
When the agent asked Mr. E the joke about how many IRS agents it took to kick out the stool from beneath his feet, he asked, “Don’t you mean my butt?;” but then when he saw the agent tying the noose, the joke made perfect sense and he guessed, “Ummm, none, you make me do it myself?”
“Other one-liners in Philogelos may baffle a modern audience, such as a series of jokes about a lettuce, which only make sense in light of the ancient belief it was an aphrodisiac.”
Because if it had four, then it would be a sedan.
Keep in mind that all the best ideas in the world were once nothing more than practical jokes.
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