More Jokes

I was pretty sure I’d had this mustard before…

Must’ve been Dijon-Vu.


Give a man an egg and he’ll eat for a day

Breed a man that can lay an egg and suddenly you’re “taking science too far.”


It’s a little known fact that William Shakespeare and Lord Byron died on the same day.

When they met Saint Peter at the pearly gates, he said, “We are honored to receive two incredibly distinguished poets on the same day! Unfortunately we don’t have room for both of you to enter today, so we’re going to have to have a little contest. I’m going to say a word, and both of you have to make up a poem, on the spot, using that word. The person with the best poem gets in today.”

They nodded their heads, ready to hear the word.

“Ok, make a poem using the word Timbuktu. Lord Byron, as you have nobility, you get to go first.”

He thought about it for a minute, smiled, and recited

As I stand upon the dry, burning sands

And gaze beyond the desert lands,

There suddenly appears in view

A caravan from Timbuktu.

Pete nodded and said “Wow, that was pretty great for something so on-the-spot. Ok Bill, think you can beat that?”

Shakespeare said, with a confident look in his eye,

Tim and I a-hunting went.

And spied three maidens, in a tent.

As they were three and we were two,

I bucked one and Tim bucked two!


Stevie Wonder rings Tiger Woods and says,

“How do you fancy a round of golf?”

Tiger says “I didn’t think you would be able to play Stevie.”

Stevie explains how he had a caddy put a device in each hole that emits a constant high pitched tone and he can tune an earpiece into, which tells him the direction and distance to it.

Tiger says “you have to understand Stevie I am a pro golfer, it will be too much of a mismatch.”

Stevie says" OK well tell you what, a million dollars says I win or are you chicken."

Tiger says “OK done, when do you want to play?”

Stevie says “Any night this week.”


My mom told me I’d never be able to make a car out of spaghetti.

You should’ve seen the look on her face when I drove pasta.

UK pronunciation? :wink:

My wife challenged me to a game of strip poker.

But, it turned out she just wanted to do laundry.
So I folded.


I own the world’s worst thesaurus:

Not only is it terrible, it’s delicious.


My son doesn’t know the difference between :“burro” and “burrow:”.

He doesn’t know his ass from a whole in the ground.


Where do pirates get their hooks?

The second-hand store.


I’m going to a reunion tonight with my old limbo friends.

We go back a long way.

This one seems kind of mismatched… Limbo is about down, not back?

One I used elsewhere on the board recently: “A topologist is someone who can’t tell his ass from a hole in the ground, but CAN tell his ass from TWO holes in the ground.”

You go way back.

I initially mis-read that as “whore in the ground” and was … confused.

Yeah, that shoulda been “hole” obviously. My bad.


Which celebrity is always ready for ice cream?

Reese, with her spoon.


I have a lactose intolerant friend who sells ice cream for a living.

He can dish it out, but he can’t take it.


Why’d the alternate universe Spider-Man do so well on his driving test?

He’s an excellent parallel Parker.


Did you know Avatar is a sequel to Titanic?

It picks up where Titanic left off, in the sense that half the cast is blue and dying.


Putin’s propagandists on TV said nuclear war is fine because patriotic Russians will go to Heaven.

Heaven heard it and immediately applied to join NATO.

That brings to mind my late pal Shorty. Shorty and his wife moved to Branson, MO about thirty years ago, to perform in some of the country music venues. As local musicians, they could just flash a membership card and get admitted for free to the various celebrity theaters where various celebrity performers would entertain the tourists who flock to Branson for a G-rated good time.

Shorty often attended Mel Tillis’s theatre to see if he could pick up a joke, or a song, or a bit of audience interaction business, and on one occasion Mel delivered, big-time. Chatting with the audience, he asked one couple “Where ya from?” “Wisconsin,” was the reply.
“Oh, really? I got locked up in Wisconsin, once.” The audience leaned forward with bated breath, eager to learn what kind of shenanigans ol’ Mel had gotten up to that drew the ire of the local constabulary. “I ate too much cheese,” Mel went on, hitting them with a constipation joke.

Well, Shorty loved this zinger so much, he resolved to put it into his and his wife’s act, and every show they did, he’d make a point of asking a few people where they were from. Finally, his big moment came. One unsuspecting member of the audience replied, “We’re from Wisconsin.” Shorty, botching his punchline in his own inimitable fashion, responded, “Wisconsin, eh? I got thrown in jail in Wisconsin, once. … I ate too much cheese!”

It did not receive the same guffaws from the audience that Mel Tillis got with his delivery.

Jared Nathan, I believe, uses his stutter to make his jokes funnier.

Yeah, that’s probably why his delivery was such a stinker. No stutter.

The CPAP machine instantly cured my sleep apnea

Can’t sleep at all with that thing on my face.


The Homophobes in my apartment building have been boycotting the elevators.

They found out elevators go both ways.


What goes up and down so you can go in and out?

A garage door.


What’s it like to work in HVAC?

It blows! Lots of venting and heated conversations.


What did the Martian call the human who was ran over by a bus?

A flat earther.

Pedantic former chemistry teacher here:
Argon, not arsenic.

(BTW, sorry for the delay in responding. I’ve been trying to catch up with this thread—reading it almost every day on my lunch hour—but I’m still more than a year behind! :wink: Fortunately the new board software keeps track of where I left off.)

Yeah. You wouldn’t want to make Ass of yourselves.

I guess that’s what you get if you only have arsenic and sulfur. :smile:

I didn’t want to pay extra for an apostrophe.

I was challenged to name a Scandinavian country without an ‘R’ in it.

I said “No way!”

"I love that solid, precise way [Sir Arthur Conan Doyle] has of talking, like Sherlock Holmes.

He was telling me once that when he was in America, he saw an advertisement in a paper: Conan Doyle’s school of writing. let the Conan Doyle school of writing teach you how to sell––or something to that effect. In other words, some blighter was using his name to swindle the public. Well, what most people in his place would have said would have been, ‘Hullo! This looks fishy.’ The way he put it when telling me the story was, ‘I said to myself, “Ha! There is villainy afoot.” ’

P. G. Wodehouse, Performing Flea, 1953


Three writers, Al, Ben, and Carl, who were attending a writing convention, booked a three-bedroom suite on the 75th floor of a hotel.

When they arrived back at the hotel from the convention, the receptionist told them, “I’m terribly sorry, but all the elevators are broken. In the meantime, you will have to take the stairs.”

Now, Al was a writer of funny stories, Ben was a writer of scary stories, and Carl was a writer of sad stories. The three of them agreed that, to make it less boring, Al would tell the other two his funniest stories while they climbed from floors 1 to 25, Ben would tell his scariest stories from floors 26 to 50, and Carl would tell his saddest stories from floors 51 to 75.

They started to climb the stairs, and Al started to tell funny stories. By the time they reached the 25th floor, Ben and Carl were laughing hysterically.

Then Ben started to tell scary stories. By the time they reached the 50th floor, Al and Carl were hugging each other in fear.

Then Carl started to tell sad stories. “I’ll tell my saddest story of all first,” he said. “There once was a man named Carl who left the hotel room key in the car…”


I asked my girlfriend to describe me in 5 words.

She said I’m mature, I’m moral, I’m pure, I’m polite and I’m perfect! Then she added that I also had a fundamental lack of understanding about apostrophes and spaces.


What are the three words you never want to hear when having sex?

“Honey, I’m home!”


I’ve only opened up three birthday cards and am already up $150.

Gee, I love being a mailman.

Little girl to her friend:

“I’m never having a baby. I hear they take nine months to download.”


“Money can’t buy poverty.”

  • Marty Feldman

Have you heard about the Adam and Eve virus?

It takes a couple of bytes out of your Apple.


Chef: The two things I cook best are meat loaf and apple pie.

Customer: And which is this?


What does a pirate wear on his foot?

Booty.

Where do bad rainbows go?

Prism. But don’t worry - it’s only a light sentence.

This reminds me of this one that I posted a couple of years ago.