A screenwriter comes home to a burned down house. His sobbing and slightly-charred wife is standing outside. “What happened, honey?” the man asks.
“Oh, John, it was terrible,” she weeps. “I was cooking, the phone rang. It was your agent. Because I was on the phone, I didn’t notice the cooker was on fire. It went up in seconds. Everything is gone. I nearly didn’t make it out of the house. Poor Moggie is…”
“Wait, wait. Back up a minute,” the man says. “My agent called?”
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I heard a little different, little raunchier version of this one, in which the fire happened, the agent kidnapped the kids, and the wife was a…er, *personal* victim. Upon hearing all this, the writer says, “Wait: my agent *came to the house*?”
Well, I guess you could say I was trying to avoid the blue room. 😉 Thank you for adding another version of the joke to the mix. Humor is a good thing. Especially on Monday morning.