Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which
produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little,
which made him rather frail; and, because of his odd diet, he suffered from
very bad breath. So this made him … what???
A super callused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
A few years back, Celtic - which along with Rangers dominates Scottish soccer - lost 3-1 at home in the Scottish FA Cup to a much smaller club called Inverness Caledonian Thistle, or Cally, a huge upset. The next day’s edition of The Sun took up half the back page with the following headline:
SUPER CALLY GO BALLISTIC, CELTIC ARE ATROCIOUS
Tommy Cooper jokes:
Two TV antennas got married. The ceremony was rubbish, but the reception was brilliant.
They say one of every five people in the world is Chinese, so it’s got to be someone in my family. It’s either my dad or my mum, or my older brother Colin or my younger brother Hoa Cha Chu. I think it’s Colin.
The “brown and sticky” joke reminded me of my daughter’s early joke writing career, starting when she was about four. My cute preschooler made up some of the worst/best jokes ever. Here are the ones I remember:
Her: Knock, knock!
Me: Who’s there?
Her: Dog…
Me: Dog who?
Her: Dog food!!! (…hysterical laughter)
Q: What kind of juice do boxers like?
A: Juice boxes!!! (hysterical laughter)
Man in bar: Bartender, give me a beer, anything but Budweiser.
Bartender: Sure, here ya go. What’s wrong with Bud?
MIB: Last time I had it, got real messed up, and blew chunks all night long.
Bartender: Hey, no problem, we’ve all been there…
MIB: No, you don’t understand, Chunks is my dog.