Reminds me of the old joke about pussy willows.
Is that the one where the punchline is “Hold on, let me get my hat.”?
Likewise for the bushtit. Sad, really.
20 bucks, same as uptown.
No, it’s the golfers. OK…
A guy, looking for his golf ball, comes out of the woods quite shaken and pale. His buddy says “What happened to you?”
“Well, I was looking for my ball, and decided to take a leak. I was peeing on some buttercups and boom! Mother Nature appeared out of nowhere and told me that for doing so I woulld not be allowed to eat butter for a whole year”
His buddy shrugs, “Yeah, so what there’s always margarine?”
“Yeah, but I came this <> close to pissing on some pussy willows.”
And here’s an even older one
Which is how I’ve always pronounced it in my head.
That was pretty good!
An old-timer is sitting on his porch. A couple of boys walk by carrying some chicken wire. The old-timer asked “Where are you going with that chicken wire?” “Gonna catch some chickens!” replied one boy. “Durn fool kids! You can’t catch chickens with chicken wire!”
A few hours later the boys walked back the other way, with chickens caught in the chicken wire.
The next day the boys walk by carrying some duct tape. The old-timer asked “Where are you going with that duck tape?” “Gonna catch some ducks!” replied the boy. “Durn fool kids! You can’t catch ducks with duck tape!”
A few hours later the boys walked back the other way, with ducks stuck to the duct tape.
The next day the boys walked by carrying some pussy willows. The old-timer said “Hold on there, young fellers. Let me get my hat.”
I can’t laugh at them, not when whether or not I include the “er” at the end is dependant on whether we’re talking raw meat or cooked and shaped into a patty.
We didn’t start eating tuna until the 1880’s. The general public, not until the first tuna was canned in 1903.