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Monday morning writing joke: “Four writers, two”

Four writers get in a car. It’s pouring rain. The car won’t start.

Horror writer scribbles: “Brad and Elaine were trapped. It was the worst night of their lives. The wind was howling and the monster was, too.”

Romance writer scribbles: “Brad had always hoped for a chance alone with Elaine. And now in the rain, in a broken car, he had that moment.”

Comedy writer scribbles: “Brad had always hoped for a chance alone with Elaine. And now in the rain, in a car whose engine wouldn’t turn over, he had that moment – until, unlike the engine, his indigestion turned over on him.”

Contemporary fiction writer scribbles: “Brad had always had trouble with two things in life: women and cars. Now he was trapped by a heavy rain in a broken car with a woman he barely knew, who was soaking wet and crying and blubbering about her life being ruined. Brad could not find the words to console her, but searching around for a rag for her to use to dry her eyes, he found a hammer, and considered using it on either the car or the woman. Was it a sign? Was it supposed to use it or try to figure out why in life when he was handed lemons, he wasn’t even able to make lemonade.”

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Monday morning writing joke: “Four writers”

Four writers get in a car. It’s pouring rain. The car won’t start.

Technical writer: “Do you have the owner’s manual? Have you read it?”

Marketing writer: “Hey, look, the cup holder still works!”

Grant writer: “Maybe we can apply for funds to find out why the car doesn’t start.”

IT writer: “Hey guys, I have an idea. How about we all get out of the car and then get back in?”

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Monday morning writing joke: “Writing a wrong”

The mother-in-law drops by for a visit with her daughter, but finds her son-in-law, Robert, in a blind rage and slamming stuff into his suitcase.

“What happened, Robert?” she asks.

“What happened? I’ll tell you what happened! I sent an e-mail to my wife telling her I was coming home early from my writing conference. I get home … and guess what I found? Your daughter, my wife, Jean, naked with Jack Murphy in our bed! This is unforgivable, the end of our marriage. I’m done. I’m leaving forever!”

“Ah now, calm down, calm down, Robert,” says his mother-in-law. “There is something very odd going on here. Jean would never do such a thing. There must be a simple explanation. I’ll go speak to her immediately and find out what happened.”

Moments later, the mother-in-law comes back with a big smile.  “Robert, I told you there was a simple explanation. She said she never got your e-mail!”

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Monday morning writing joke: “Adding up — the puns”

Just when you thought it was safe to square your Pi.

Just when you thought it was safe to square your Pi.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Smile”

There once was a writer in town /

Who frowned when the critic came around. /

Still, he tried one day /

To smile anyway: /

The day he saw the critic gagged and bound.

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Early morning writing joke: “Cost”

A writer, a priest, and a politician walk into a bar.

After a few drinks, the politician walks over to the priest and says, “I hate to admit it, father, but I have told some pretty big whoppers in my time.”

“I’m sure,” the priest says. “I have probably heard them all.”

The politician pauses for a moment and then says, “How could you? I’m not Catholic. I’ve never been to confession. Some of my biggest ones have been in private.”

“I’m a priest. We know these things.”

The politician takes his drink and quickly leaves.

The priest then turns to the writer. “Now, what is your problem?”

“Well, father, in my time, in order to make ends meet, I have written for politicians, even crafting some of their ‘big whoppers.’ Including some said in private.”

“So you know what I’m talking about and you came seeking forgiveness?”

“No, father. Until you scared him off, I came to get paid.”

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Monday morning writing joke: “Practicing”

I accuse.

I accuse.

Lawyer: “Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?”

Doctor: “No.”

Lawyer: “Did you check for blood pressure?”

Doctor: “No.”

Lawyer: “Did you check for breathing?”

Doctor: “No.”

Lawyer: “So, then, is it possible the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?”

Doctor: “No.”

Lawyer: “Doctor, how can you be so sure?”

Doctor: “Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.”

Lawyer: “But could the patient have still been alive nonetheless?”

Doctor: “Yes, it is possible. He could have been alive and practicing law.”

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Monday morning writing joke: “Precocious”

There once was a prophet who walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also was a mendicant, so he ate very little, only what he could beg, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. One day he was found unconscious, breathing rapidly, and was taken to the local hospital. When asked what his name was, nobody knew. When asked what was wrong with him, nobody was sure. After a quick exam, the doctors decided he was a super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Anticipation”

Once upon a time a wannabe novelist finds a magic lantern. He rubs it and a genie appears. He had heard about the writer who asked to be a bestseller and that genie turned that writer into a book, so he thought he should try a different tack.

Instead, he asks his genie to speak to a bestselling fiction writer.

“It will take all three of your wishes to summon a person for you to talk to. If I do that, you will only get to ask this writer three questions.”

The wannabe writer sighs and nods his head. The genie waves his arms and the bestselling novelist appears.

The wannabe writer thinks for a moment, then asks: “What does it take to write a bestseller?”

The fiction writer says, “A novel, usually.”

The wannabe writer considers objecting, but sees the sharp look in the genie’s eyes and decides to move on to his next question. This time he tries to be clever, just like the novelist, and hopes to catch the novelist off-guard. “Okay, what was novel about your fiction writing?”

“That I wrote it,” said the novelist.

Frustrated, the wannabe writer tries to think up one question that will help him. Finally, he asks: “How long should a bestseller be?”

“Long enough,” the writer says, and then disappears.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Pocket change”

One day, a very old man walking in an enchanted forest comes across a talking frog.

“Hey, kind sir,” the frog says. “If you pick me up and kiss me, I’ll turn into a beautiful princess.”

The old man thinks about it for a minute, picks up the frog and puts it in his shirt pocket.

A little while later, the frog calls out, “Hey, mister, why don’t you kiss me. Don’t you want a beautiful princess to please you?”

“No,” the old man says. “At my age, I’d rather have a talking frog.”

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