Bad Joke Monday goes over a cliff

Not to worry though. We’re sure to bounce back because bad jokes have a way of doing that.

So let’s push our fears aside and leap right into…

Our first joke last week came from our favorite Horn player and Etsy jeweler, Moonstone Mary

What is the similarity between a percussionist and a philosopher?
They both perceive time as an abstract concept.

As someone who appreciates both music and philosophy, this joke was aces in my book. Except I know from experience drawing drums is no fun, so illustrating this pun made me glum.

(Let us pause here a moment to admire my rhyming back there… god, that was good.)

Anyway, not feeling up to drawing a drum set, I decided to recycle my last one but add a caption to make it relevant:

Andrew the drummer
I DRUM, THEREFORE I AM

This is what we call eco-illustrating.

To our musical humor, Husband (a trumpet player) added one of his own,

How can you tell a trumpeter is at your door?
The doorbell keeps rushing.

fast and loud

I married a funny guy, amiright?

From music, we turn to measurements…

Lynette d’Arty-Cross from In the Net! (and Canada) wrote:

Imagine if Americans switched from pounds to kilos overnight.
There would be mass confusion.

Great joke, yeah? But as I told Lynette, just imagine all the women finally at peace with the number they see on their scales.

happy weight

I feel so happy for this woman. I really do. And I hope she enjoys the extra helping of dessert she’ll have tonight to celebrate.

From there we turn to our master of bad jokes, our first-time winner of Bad Joke Monday and all-around twisted individual: WD from WD Fyfe who gave us this one…

I hope I die in my sleep like my grandfather,
not screaming in terror like the passengers in his car.

sleeping driver

And with that we just sailed over the cliff.

If you want to see us land into next week safely, be sure to add your joke to the comments below. 😀

27 thoughts on “Bad Joke Monday goes over a cliff

  1. Okay, I think it’s time to break out the trumpet jokes. Apologies to my son, who is actually a gifted trumpet player and my first music student. I taught him the basics when he was five years old. It was my terribly clever way of dealing with a hyperactive child. Within a few years, he was way beyond anything I could teach him so I had to send him off for real lessons.

    Anyway, how do you get a trumpet player to play softly?
    Take away his instrument.

    By the way, loved the zen drummer. As a jewelry maker, my favorite shirt says “I bead, therefore I am.”

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    1. I believe our son was around nine or ten when he started piano. We never had to tell him to practice, but there were times we pleaded with him to stop. 😀
      Great joke, by the way!

      Like

  2. What do you call someone who points out the obvious?
    Someone who points out the obvious. 😉
    I love your drawings, especially the happy woman on the scale. I will NEVER understand how one cheat meal can lead to a 2 kilo (4.4 lb.) weight gain. Yikes.

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  3. I like your concept of eco-illustrating, so much so that I am stealing it (and modifying it) to describe a common activity at Bonnywood: Eco-posting.

    Now I feel so much better about my constant digging in the archives. Thank you for that. 🙂

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    1. Anything I can do to remove your guilt pleases me. Besides, I’m willing to believe the benefits of recycling extend to our creative endeavors as well. Because that way we can take more naps. 🙂

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      1. My joke brain is apparently on vacation.

        My husband sometimes calls me a “hot young thing” and I said it hardly applies now that I have gray hair and replacement parts. He replied, “So that means you’re a partially restored classic!”

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  4. OMG! Bad Joke Monday! And here it is Thursday and I’m still looking for inspiration. But wait — look no further than Christi — a cook, a scholar, a writer, an illustrator and could quit her day job and go into the MUSE business full time. No pay and the hours are crappy but look what it did for Dante’s Beatrice. Anyway, inspired by CJ’s graphic a bad joke for last Monday.
    Cecil was a very busy scientist. He was so busy that one day he decided to make a clone of himself. Unfortunately, like a bad parrot, Cecil’s clone learned all the nasty words. Soon, every time the clone went out in public, he would unleash a string of obscenities that were just a total embarrassment. At wit’s end, Cecil put the clone in the car and drove to a cliff overlooking the town. He took the clone to the edge and pushed him off. The next day, the police came and arrested Cecil because … (Wait for it!) … it’s against the law to Make an Obscene Clone Fall!

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    1. Well done, WD! According to our records, you are the first to achieve our much coveted Jokester Trifecta: showing yourself a Master of the One-Liner, Observational Aside, AND the Rambling Story Culminating in a Groan-Inducing Pun!
      Congratulations! 🤡 🏆

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      1. I am humbled. And I could not have achieved this well deserved honour without inspiration. (your latest graphic) I shall think long and hard about what to do with the cash prize. cheers

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