Couple I read in Games magazine a long time ago:
Wine gourd, torn, deceives an otter.
They have nothing, Toulouse, but their jeans.
Burghers count beach-users.
“I left my harp in Sam Frank’s disco!”
“Now that you mention it, it was just a trifle bazaar!”
“The son never sits on a brutish umpire.”
“Ah, sweet Mr. Rhee of Life, at last I’ve found thee!”
“The reign was called on account of game.”
I know I’m five years too late to note this, but that Games magazine article was about the “My Word!” program mentioned in posts #14 and #17. You forgot:
“Florence, Night In Gale: Or, The Laddie With The Lump” (a man enters an art competition, but opinions vary over what he was trying to depict)
Also, Games magazine had a competition for short-form jokes with punny endings as well. I remember a couple of the punchlines were “Do you cache Czechs here?” and “Thou shalt not commit a Daltrey”.
(Rarr, rarr, zombies. Yes, I get it.)
Minor hijack since this one was about beer: My Dad used to say the reason he didn’t like Falstaff beer was because it tasted like Papa Joe dipped his greasy dick into every can.
Thanks
Quasi
Hey, McCloud, get off of my ewe.
“Gentlemen! Have you no Holmes to go to?”
“Big world.”
“I like a man who sticks to his principals.”
“I* told *you if you didn’t stop smokin’ those ziggurats they were bound to kill you.”
Many, many, many years ago, the Miles Kimball of Oskosh catalogs had jokes or other items of interest in the upper corners of every third or fourth page. One catalog had rhyming shaggy dog stories. Previous posts have hit most of the ones I remember, sometimes in slightly different versions. (I loved that particular catalog, and memorized as many of the stories as I could.)
Here’s one no one has posted:
Never change streams in the middle of a horse.
The Searching General has determined that Zigurat smoking is hazardous to your stealth.
“You can lead the whores to Walter, but you can’t make 'em shrink”
The Buddha Pest Rink War Tete.
Or, if you’re in Scotland, “hey, McCloud–get off of my ewe!”
Thyme untied weighed for gnome Anne.
Abcess makes the fart go “Honda”.
That’s the first time I’ve ever seen carp-to-carp walleting!
“The Czech is in the male”.
I can’t believe how many of these I’ve long-forgotten, having heard most of them in the mid-70s.
No tern was left unstoned.
“That’s s knick-knack, Patty Black. Give the frog a loan.”
Mediterranean Flute Fry.
And so Two Dogs became the first Indian to wire a head for a reservation.
Two Dogs is an electrician