Another week has flown by, meaning it time again for…
I fear I may have scared a few of you last week, leading you to believe I was giving up on posting these. I even got a couple private messages encouraging me on.
My goodness, I had no idea how fond you people were of lousy jokes!
Listen, sorry to cause you concern. If it helps any, I’ve no plans to drop these any time soon. Especially as I’ve now decided to make you guys come up with all the jokes and all I’ll do is draw what I can.
Here’s the deal: You put your joke in the comments below and I’ll post them all next week with links to your blog if you have one (this is assuming your joke is within the bounds of good taste). And IF I feel I can draw the joke, I will.
I love this one because Mary delivers it with a personal touch:
A friend decided their son should take tuba lessons.
“How did It go?” my friend asked his son after his first lesson.
“Great,” said his son. “I learned how to play a ‘C’.”
The next week my friend queried, “How did it go?” after the second lesson.
“Terrific,” said his son. “I learned how to play a ‘G’.”
The following week his son didn’t come home after lessons. In fact, he didn’t come home until 2:00 am.
My frantic friend shouted “Where in the heck have you been?”
“I had a gig!!” answered his son.
As I told Mary, you can just feel the bitterness that went into this joke. I bet it was first told by a trumpeter.
Next, Andrew from Andrew’s View of the Week put us in stitches:
A highway patrol motorcycle officer sees a woman speed past while knitting in the driver’s seat.
He hits the red lights and sets off in pursuit. She doesn’t stop, just keeps speeding along.
Finally he pulls along side and yells, “PULLOVER!!!”
She yelled back, “NO, CARDIGAN”
Seems to me one could argue there’s no actual law saying you can’t knit while driving.
No texting, sure, but knitting?
Pushing on, we have a few I didn’t attempt to draw, despite them being perfectly fine jokes.
For instance, there’s this one from Joe of Month at a Time Travel:
What do you call a soldier that survived mustard gas and pepper spray?
A seasoned veteran.
And then this one from Lynette of In the Net! – Stories of Life and Narcissistic Survival:
The police are British.
The cooks are French.
The engineers are German.
The lovers are Italian.
The cooks are British.
The engineers are French.
The police are Italian.
The lovers are German.
Sure, the joke is based on stereotypes, but it’s dang funny. And beings how I have German relatives, it seems pretty spot-on.
Though I’m not sure where my Norwegian relatives would fit in. Any ideas? 😉
Next up, WD from WD Fyfe gave us TWO jokes. One I drew, the other I leave as is…
What’s yellow and dangerous?
Why don’t cannibals like clowns?
Because they taste funny.
As for our final joke, I saved the best for last.
This comes from a friend of mine in Arizona and I think her joke is absolutely brilliant. So here’s a huge thanks to Cheryl from Mesa for delighting us with this gem:
Studies show that women who carry a little extra weight live longer than the men who mention it.
Yeah, I had fun drawing this. And doesn’t her cheesecake look great?!
Now it’s back to you. Add your joke to the comments below and check back next week. It might get illustrated! 👩🎨