Two writers are sitting at a bar.
The first writer says to the other one, “I drink to forget. How about you?”
The second writer replies, “Me too. Why do you drink?”
A songwriter sitting at a bar tried explaining to the woman next to him why he’d given up dating.
“Did both sisters know you were dating the other one?” the woman asked.
The songwriter nodded. “At first, they both said: ‘cool, date all.'”
“Then?”
“Then it wasn’t. So I said I was leaving. Tina cried when I left, and so did her sister, Marge. I told them, ‘Don’t cry for me, Marge and Tina.'”
The woman poured her drink on the songwriter and she left.
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Before she became a novelist, Mary Shelley wanted to open a bar and restaurant in Berlin, but she didn’t have much money for a sign, and she was told the sign could not be very big.
Calling it
Bratwurst
and
Beer
was too many letters and did not look right, especially with one word longer than the other.
After much contemplation and taking the letters apart and putting them back together with some other letters, she came up with words the fit the sign size and her budget:
Frank
-N-
Stein.
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Knock, knock!
Who’s there?
Chaucer.
Chaucer who?
Chaucer, that’s my baby, naw sir, don’t mean maybe…
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Q.: What do you call five writers marching in a single line through a war zone?
A.: A writers’ column
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Q.: What do you call a cab with three writers stuck in traffic while on the way to a writing conference?
A.: Writers blocked.
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Q.: What do you call a vehicle that seats a mummy, a zombie, a werewolf, and a vampire?
A.: A Monster truck.
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Charles Dickens walks into a bar.
The bartender says, “What’s wrong, Chuck? You look glum.”
Dickens says, “I’ve got the worst writer’s block I have ever had. I can’t even think of a title for my book.”
Bartender says, “Bummer. Can I get you a drink?”
Dickens: “Yeah. Make it a good stiff martini.”
Bartender: “Okay. Olive or twist?”
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A zombie and a vampire went out on a date.
Somebody didn’t have the brains to realize the relationship sucked.
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