Q. Why are Saturday and Sunday the toughest days?
A. Because the others are weakdays.
Enjoy your weak. Yeah, I know, a week joke.
Q. Why are Saturday and Sunday the toughest days?
A. Because the others are weakdays.
Enjoy your weak. Yeah, I know, a week joke.
Filed under 2017, Monday morning writing joke
Filed under 2017, CarToonsday
Two sheep gather in a meadow.
Sheep one: “Did you meet the comic writer who moved in to the old house in the valley?”
Sheep two: “I have and I’m not am-ewe-used.”
Filed under 2017, joke by author, Monday morning writing joke
Filed under 2017, CarToonsday
Filed under 2017, CarToonsday
Four brothers left home for college, and they became successful doctors and lawyers.
One evening, they chatted after having dinner together. They discussed the 95th birthday gifts they were able to give their elderly mother who moved to Florida.
The first said, “You know I had a big house built for Mama.”
The second said, “And I had a large theater built in the house.”
The third said, “And I had my Mercedes dealer deliver an SL600 to her.”
The fourth said, “You know how Mama loved reading the Bible and you know she can’t read anymore because she can’t see very well. I met this preacher who told me about a parrot who could recite the entire Bible. It took ten preachers almost 8 years to teach him. I had to pledge to contribute $50,000 a year for five years to the church, but it was worth it Mama only has to name the chapter and verse, and the parrot will recite it.”
The other brothers were impressed. After the celebration Mama sent out her “Thank You” notes.
She wrote: Milton, the house you built is so huge that I live in only one room, but I have to clean the whole house. Thanks anyway.”
“Marvin, I am too old to travel. I stay home; I have my groceries delivered, so I never use the Mercedes. The thought was good. Thanks.”
“Michael, you gave me an expensive theater with Dolby sound and it can hold 50 people, but all of my friends are dead, I’ve lost my hearing, and I’m nearly blind. I’ll never use it. Thank you for the gesture just the same.”
“Dearest Melvin, you were the only son to have the good sense to give a little thought to your gift. The chicken was delicious Thank you so much.”
Love, Mama
Filed under 2017, Monday morning writing joke
Two writers who didn’t like each other met in a bar, as such writers often do. Each claimed it was his favorite bar and each claimed he had found it first. After several months of glowering at each other and bad mouthing each other, they agree to settle the matter with a duel of puns.
Since the short writer won the sixth round (by reason of plagiarism by the tall writer), the tall writer was allowed to go first for round six. A set of cards was placed on the table between them, face down. On each card was a subject. The short writer flipped the card over and the subject was math.
Props were allowed, and for each turn, each writer could make one phone call.
For round seven, the rules of round six were kept in place. For round six and five, the rules had been amended. Each writer had to say his pun and the audience would get to pick which one they preferred. The bartender, a waiter, and a waitress would be the judges as to who got the loudest groan.
After thinking a moment, the tall writer said, “All lives mater.”
This immediately drew a moan from the crowd, and not a kind one.
“Until you multiply yourselves times the speed of light squared. Then you be energy.”
The groans turned to some chuckles and a few laughs.
The short writer waited until things were quiet, then he said, “Two knights walked into a room where there was a round table. The young knight turns to the older one and asks, ‘Who built this fine table?’ The older knight replies, ‘Sir Cumference.’”
The crowd groaned, twice, and somebody laughed.
Round seven was about to go to the short writer. The short writer now had 3 wins, 2 losses, and 2 ties.” The tall writer also had 2 wins, 3 losses, and 2 ties.
Filed under 2017, Monday morning writing joke
Some people said their hearts weren’t in this Christmas season. Other said they could not stomach all the commercialism. Maybe what they really meant was they didn’t have the backbone necessary to deal with bickering relatives and pushy strangers. Maybe what they actually needed was a vertebrae or two or three under their Christmas trees.
Filed under 2016, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday