OK, so the thread about Price Albert’s illegitimate child reminded me of a joke I often hear repeated on TV and inmovies, or maybe in a joke book for kids or something, that is a prank call. For those unfamiliar with it, it goes:
Caller: Excuse me, but do you have Prince Albert in a can?
Callee: Yes. (Why they say yes I ahve no idea…)
Caller: Then you’d better let him out!
So…umm…I don’t get it. Why does the callee admit to having Prince ALbert in a can?
Oh, and before anyone brings this up, the Prince Albert in question does NOT refer to Queen Victoria’s husband, but her eldest son, Prince Albert Edward (King Edward VII). Prince Albert Sr. NEVER smoked, but his son smoked like a chimney. The illustration on the package is clearly that of Albert Jr., too.
The original prank was to call a tobacconist, or more commonly a corner candy store or some other place that sold tobacco products, and ask them this question. Many places used to sell Prince Albert tobacco in a can.
We had a long thread some time ago on the proper way to phrase the question, and what the exact interpretation was supposed to be.
The question may be phrased as either “Prince Albert in a can,” or “Prince Albert in the can.” Some think that the joke is that you have Prince Albert in a small can, as implied by the first formulation. Others say this is ridiculous, since the Prince obviously couldn’t fit in a small can, and the joke is that you have Prince Albert locked in your bathroom, as implied in the second formulation.
I always though the second one was right, but apparently many others heard it the first way. YMMV
That’s nuthin’. I used to have a cat named Prince Albert in a Can (Bert for short).
He was grey, geneologically (and indeed, taxanomically) unrelated to the Hanovers, and he didn’t smoke. He did however, like to explore cans (and boxes, and heating ducts).
Right and it had to be asked if the store had it in the can because it came in both cans and pouches. If it only came in cans there would be no need to ask.
I have a collection of joke names, and one is Anita Nothershot. A friend was sitting at the end of the bar, and she cellphoned the bartender to ask if Anita Nothershot was there. The bartender paged Anita Nothershot, and several folks at the bar raised their hands.