Hey, we’re not above using click-bait. We figure if people are gullible enough to fall for it, then the joke’s on them.
Get it? Bad Joke Monday? Joke’s on them? Hahahaha! Oh gosh, I’m funny… *wipes eyes*
Okay, where were we? Oh yeah! It’s time for a very special,
What’s so special about it? Haven’t a clue. But let’s tackle the jokes that were left in last week’s comments and maybe something will present itself.
First up, Moonstone Mary (Etsy shop) gave us another musical number:
How do you get a trumpet player to play softly?
Take away their instrument!
Good one, eh?
And speaking as someone who lives with a trumpet player, I can attest to its veracity. 😉
Next in line, Lynette d’Arty-Cross from In the Net! gave us this one:
What do you call someone who points out the obvious?
Someone who points out the obvious.
I rather liked this one, even if I wasn’t sure how to illustrate it. In the end, I went with something obvious.
Oh, here’s a funny thing: Andrew Reynolds from Andrew’s View of the Week repeated one! I mean, like, actually submitted a joke that someone else submitted the previous week!
I considered giving him a hard time, but the poor guy is in the midst of a major move. So what I did was scrounge around on his blog until I found an old joke he wasn’t using anymore:
The doctor told me that jogging could add years to my life.
He was right. I started jogging and feel 10 years older.
I think what I did is called blogger-diving, but I’m not sure. Anyway, for a used joke, I think it looks pretty good here.
Next up, Eileen Lyon from Myricopia nearly forgot her joke, then came through just as we were closing up shop:
My husband sometimes calls me a “hot young thing”
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!”
I came real close on not illustrating this one either, but figured it was worth it if only to draw an old lady wearing slippers.
Coming near the end, WD from WD Fyfe wowed us with this lengthy tale:
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!
Ain’t that a zinger? Man, those long set-ups all for the sake of a pun, they just slay me!
Speaking of puns, Dave Ply from Plying Through Life submitted not one, but two big groaners:
What kind of car does an egg drive?
A Yolkswagen!
Why wouldn’t you want to collide with one?
Because then the yolk’s on you!
And now that we’ve reached the end of this week’s Bad Joke Monday, have you figured out what’s so special about it? …. No?
I’m pretty sure it’s the first time I illustrated every joke. I think that’s pretty special.
To celebrate, I’m going to share a video of something Husband found when I was wanting a song for my Egg to sing. I wound up going with my first choice, but this one is good both for its topic and its eggcessive use of punnery.
Please enjoy:
Before you go, don’t forget to leave a joke in the comments and check back next week to see it (probably) illustrated. 😀
Feeding on Folly 
The air trumpet is my favorite. But I admit I couldn’t get all the way through the egg song. But it did remind me of a story from our past. When we first moved west, we opened a cafe / coffee bar in Ridgway CO. We served breakfast and lunch, so of course had an egg sandwich on our menu. After some discussion, we actually decided to call it Egg Me On. And people loved ordering it for the name. “Go ahead, egg me on” was often heard in the dining room.
But continuing on with my trumpet travesties, I have to ask – what do you do with a rubber trumpet?
Join an elastic band.
Okay, now it’s time to work out. Cheers all – I’ll be out of town next week so may take a little longer to check in. My uncle will finally be able to rest in peace in his favorite spot in the world – Beaver Island MI. And I’ll be helping memorialize one of my favorite “laugh mates.”
Whoa — You lived in Ridgway?! We love that area! Had hopes of living there ourselves but it didn’t pan out. But we still make a point of driving through whenever we can.
Have a good trip to Beaver Island, Safe travels!
What is an egg’s least favorite day of the week?
Fry-day …
Nice!
Tell the truth, you were awed with my egg-depiction in the final drawing and just had to see another. 😉
🙂
Oh my! Didn’t think you’d go there, but I usually do wear slippers.😆😆
If we’re going for egg jokes (and that song is horrible BTW), here’s one blatantly stolen from the internet:
A pair of chickens walk up to the circulation desk at a public library and say,
‘Buk Buk BUK.’
The librarian decides that the chickens desire three books, and gives it to them. Around midday, the two chickens return to the circulation desk and say,
‘ Buk Buk BuKKOOK!‘
The librarian decides that the chickens desire another three books. The chickens leave as before. The two chickens return to the library in the early afternoon, approach the librarian, looking very annoyed and say,
‘Buk Buk Buk Buk Bukkooook!‘
The librarian is now a little suspicious of these chickens. She gives them what they request, and decides to follow them. She followed them out of the library, out of the town, and to a park. At this point, she hid behind a tree, not wanting to be seen. She saw the two chickens throwing the books at a frog in a pond, to which the frog was saying,
“Rrredit Rrredit Rrredit…”
Excuse me, but the Egg song is glorious! What, am I the only silly-song aficionado around here? 😉
And here I thought WD’s joke was long — this one is mighty indeed. Plus, it means I get to draw a chicken AND a frog. (Be still my heart!)
😊
Not to pile on Andrew, as I’m sure he’s a lovely person, but I also noted the repeat entry. Of course, my first reaction was not “oopsie, double-dipping” but “Why do those words look familiar? Wait, did I just have a small medical incident and now my memory is scrambled? And I’m feeling a little flushed and sweaty. OMG! I’ve got the Covid!”
Then I looked down at the spicy chicken sandwich that I had been eating whilst blog-perusing, and I quietly shoved the plate to the side. I am BEYOND ready for this pandemic to become a pastdemic so I can quit worrying about every little burp in my medical stats…
Hahaha – oh man, I feel you. I had a sore throat over the weekend and wondered if I should write my will.
Speaking of which, if I bequeath you my clarinet, will you feed it and take it out for walks occasionally? It gets a little antsy all cooped up.
I would humbly accept the stewardship of Clarice the Clarinet. (I can’t recall if you have actually named him/her, so excuse the infringement if such is the case.) She would experience great comfort and joy at the Bonnywood enclave, and I imagine she will spend many warm afternoons reading poetry in the Japanese Tea Garden…
As a matter of fact, her name IS Clarice! What a clever boy you are! 😉
As for the poetry, her tastes lean toward Mary Oliver and Langston Hughes. Thanks ever so much!
I love how you dealt with the obvious! 😀
And, is that you in the photo?
Lastly, dogs should never go shopping in flea markets. (Courtesy of a young friend of mine.) 😉
I nearly gave up on the obvious one — which now that I think about it, isn’t that usually the case? We overlook the obvious solution? 😉
And yes, that is future me. Currently working on getting my hair long enough for a bun!
PS I liked the Eggbert song. 🙂
Yes! Thank you!
Finally, someone who appreciates silly songs! 😀
Every joke illustrated! And an egg theme! My cup runneth over. Time for something special. A limerick (actually 2)
There once were some eggs from Boston
Who were sold to a store in Austin
But their shells were all cracked
When the train left the track
And their yolks leaked out, and they lost ‘em.
But they didn’t go out with a bang
So that wasn’t the end of our gang:
They found a good cook
With a recipe book
And lived life again as meringue!
I love Bad Joke Monday!
You’re a master of limericks too?! And egg ones, at that?
Listen, your trophy is going to be delayed a bit. I have to send it back to the engravers so they can add “Best Edward Lear in Yolk Form”
Comparison to Edward Lear — that is praise. Many thanks.
Somehow, I just knew you would appreciate that. 👍
Yeay! Visiting at a friends I have a steady wifi signal. Love all the jokes, and that Mary Moonstone has been so consistent (being a long time friend I must say so), but this week’s favorite is the Restored Classic. Always lurking and can hardly wait to get home, Roo
Hi there Roo! I’ve been seeing your lovely face in the “likes” so I knew it was a matter of time. Looking forward to the day of your full return, my friend! ❤️
So cool to see you here my friend. I’ve been missing your smiling face.