Hey gang! Buckle up and hang on, it’s time for another…
Last week’s episode brought us a number of comments and some of them even included jokes. (Shocking, I know.)
Our first one came from Andrew from Andrew’s View of the Week, who dared to bring a bit of religious humor to our festivities:
Every day at sunrise, rain, shine, fog, snow, Joe goes into his back yard,
faces east and says this little prayer:
“Dear God, please let me win the lottery today.”
He does this for twenty years.
Then one foggy morning the clouds part and a bright beam of light falls on Joe.
From the sky a booming voices says,
“Joe, meet me half way on this, buy a ticket.”
As I said to Andrew, buying a ticket would improve his chances. But only slightly.
Next up, Moonstone Mary (with her Etsy shop) treated us to another musical number, this time with her instrument of choice…
How do you know a French Hornist is at your door?
The doorbell drags.
I didn’t draw this one because… well, come on! Have you ever tried to draw a French Horn? Or a doorbell dragging?!
Anyway, Mary was good enough to explain the joke. She says, “Our bell is pointing to the back. So when the sound comes out, it bounces off a surface, then moves its way around the room. Therefore, when you play French Horn, you need to stay a bit ahead of the beat.”
All of which makes playing French Horn sound really tricky and may explain why they tend to be a little eccentric?
I say that with deep affection. Eccentrics are my favorite kind of people.
Next up, Lynette from In the Net! shared a quote from Mike Myers:
Canada is the essence of not being.
Not English, not American, it is the mathematic of not being.
And a subtle flavour – we’re more like celery as a flavour.
Great thing about this joke: it led to a whole discussion on the value of celery, both its pleasing crunch and delicate leaves, its role in French cooking (mirepoix), and somehow we wound up talking about reincarnation and whether or not we get any choice in the matter.
Honestly, the biggest delight in blogging is the comments. No contest. (Can I get an Amen with that?!)
And speaking of France, WD at WD Fyfe, who will be a Parisian in his next life and I have no doubt of it, gave us this joke:
If your nose runs and your feet smell … you’re built upside down.
And for our final joke, we have one from my AZ friend, Cheryl, who once again made me snort in a very unladylike manner:
Do clouds ever look down on us and say,
“Hey, that one’s shaped like an idiot”?
This one was not only funny, it was instructive. As in, maybe we should all take a last look in the mirror before we leave the house? Couldn’t hurt.
That’s all we had for this week, folks. If you have a joke to share, please leave it in the comments and check back next Monday to see it illustrated!