Another week has passed and for some reason we’re thinking about moving. Not us moving, but other people.
And why is this, you ask?
It could be because most of the jokes submitted last week had something to do with moving.
(This is where we segue into the Bad Joke Monday intro.)
Now tell me, have you ever seen such a seamless segue?
For those of you new to BJM and our award-winning segues, this is where people leave comments with what we euphemistically call “jokes” and the next week, I take what meager art skills I learned from the back of a cereal box and attempt to illustrate them.
Is this wise? Probably not. But as no one has charged us with disorderly conduct yet, we figure we’re safe.
Our first joke of the week comes from funny man Andrew Reynolds from Andrew’s View of the Week, who contemplated bird migration with this:
Why do birds fly south for the winter?
Because it’s too far to walk.
Of course, as we all know, not all birds fly south. And we must consider the fact that some might prefer another form of transportation.
Speaking of transportation, Lynette d’Arty-Cross from In the Net! wondered this,
What did Batman say to Robin before he got in the car?
Robin, get in the car.
Which made me wonder what Batman might say once they were on the road.
Speaking of rest areas, is it just me or do you kind of judge a State based on the quality of their rest areas? That being said, I’m pleased to report that the rest areas I’ve visited in my current State – Minnesota – are some of the nicest I’ve seen.
Meanwhile, it is highly unlikely I will ever live in Oklahoma.
Moving on (haha!) — let’s talk about clothing.
Remember when I said most of the jokes were related to moving? These are the ones that aren’t. Though if you imagine yourself packing clothes, it’s nearly there.
Here are two jokes from my Phoenix Friend Cheryl… no wait, she lives in Mesa… we’ll call her Mesa Cheryl.
(By the way, there’s a rest area between Phoenix and Flagstaff called Sunset Point. I recommend it.)
What did the lawyer wear to court?
A law suit.
Clothing joke number 2:
Why did the golfer bring an extra pair of pants to the golf course?
In case he got a hole in one.
Well done, Mesa Cheryl!
And now we have an exciting announcement to make. Not only do we have another first-time joke submission (Yay!), the joke is related to current events!
The submission comes from the lovely Elise over at Sweet Esther Chronicles. If you don’t follow Elise’s blog, you really should. She’s funny and thoughtful and her posts meander in a very entertaining fashion.
Here’s her joke:
Why can’t Trump go to the White House anymore?
Because it’s FOR BIDEN!
I want to go on record as saying the White House has a ridiculous number of windows and speaking as someone who draws silly comics in her spare time, I really resent that.
By the way, in order to draw the White House in a reasonably authentic manner, I used directions that a teacher created for her fourth-grade art class. I found her pdf very helpful, but in the end I decided not to submit my drawing because my ruler slipped a few times and I’m afraid it might affect my grade.
That’s all for this week, my friends! Remember to leave a joke in the comments and check back next week to see the illustration.
And keep smiling! 🙂
Feature Photo by Erda Estremera on Unsplash
Feeding on Folly 
Why do seagulls fly over the sea?
Because if they flew over the bay, they’d be baygulls.
Ouch! That bird is very punny…
Right now, I feel like my life is a bad joke. Living in an RV while waiting to get into our new home really has challenged us. I’m grateful for my sister letting us stay here, but we are definitely not “tiny home” people. Even our elderly doggie Bridget is not happy at all with the little space. And my husband is working from his home office in the front “room.” Thank goodness there’s two doors so I can use the two door mute while I’m practicing my French Horn in the tiny bedroom.
And now for a musical traveling joke – you’ll thank me later.
Q: Barenboim, Levine and Mehta all went down in a plane crash. Who survived?
A: Mozart.
As for the move: So sorry you’re feeling cramped. May the dreams of your new home comfort you and soon turn into reality.
As for the joke: Really? I’ll be thanking you? Hmm…. 😉
Okay, maybe not YOU (who most likely to recognizes the conductors and understand musician’s general attitudes towards conductors). But those who may not have the musical background will probably have to ask a musician about this joke. Ah, but maybe I underestimate the experiential scope of your readers …
I choose to believe anyone who visits BJM is open to new experiences, if not exactly thankful for them. 😉
Ah, Christi, you made me blush with your kind words. Thank you.
I think the jokes you make in your illustrations are stellar, they’re the part I actually laugh at and share with my husband. And your drawing of the lawyer, or more to-the-point, the tailor from that perspective… Well done!
Now it’s my turn to blush! Thank you for the generous compliment!
Regarding the lawyer with tailor, personally, I was quite pleased with how their shoes turned out. Often, it’s the little things that bring me joy.
Your captions and drawings are so good; you really could be a cartoonist. 🙂 I especially loved the White House one.
I broke my finger last week. On the other hand, I’m okay. 🙂
Maybe I should plan a career change for my golden years. Become a Mama Moses for the cartoon world!
And that’s another great joke you handed me. 😉
I definitely judge a state based on the, um, state of their rest areas. (You nailed it with Oklahoma, as they have some of the most miserable and mis-named comfort stations around.) Surprisingly, and I am somewhat loathe to admit it, Texas has some very plush facilities. Somebody, at some point, managed to design some lovely places to relieve oneself. There is one such station on the way from Dallas to Houston that is so satisfying and peaceful that I could easily live there, despite the heavy traffic…
I know when we’ve crossed from drought dry desert states to lush green rain states by the level of the water in their toilets. Water conservation is not really a “thang” in the wet states while it’s vital here in Arizona.
That said, there is a wonderful oasis in the New Mexico desert. Every time we run across it, we decide we HAVE to remember where this is. Nope – I still don’t remember. But it looks like an old wild west town with board walks connecting the different tiny buildings.
I’ve been there! But like you, have never found it again. Still, I’m sure it’s there somewhere. 🙂
I’m so glad I’m not the only one with a Rest Area Prejudice. Interesting note: New Mexico used to have lousy rest areas, then someone at the head office must have had a revelation and decided to treat visitors with some degree of hospitality. That’s when I first became aware of my bias. After my last visit, suddenly I was not opposed to living in New Mexico should the opportunity present itself. Shocking, but true.
Living in constant fear of being thrown out of BJM. Yes, I missed last week — again. (BTW, the guy at the bottom of the ocean was the best drawing … EVER.) I can only offer: How many millennials does it take to change a lightbulb? One. They put the bulb in the socket and wait for the world to revolve around them. That’s way better than: How many millennials does it take to change a lightbulb? None. They much prefer to be offended by the darkness. cheers
Oh, WD, what a silly willy you are! Don’t you know that per BJM membership rules there are only two rules?
1) Participants must submit jokes and/or compliments at a minimum of once a month and,
2) Participants must ignore all rules.
And this stands even if their joke reveals them as a bit of a old grump. 😉
I thought the cool BJM kids had jackets and hung out on a ZOOM site nobody told me about. cheers
Who told you?! Was it Chad?
Stupid Chad. All brawn and no brain.
It wasn’t Chad, I just wondered where you guys were disappearing every … Hey, where did all my friends go?
Like WD, I have to hang my head in shame for missing BJM. Well, this week’s was a moving experience. And we were on the road, too. Crossed New Mexico and though we didn’t stop, did note that their rest areas are looking pretty spiffy these days.
As we headed down the road, a large bug hit the windshield. I said, “I’ll bet he doesn’t have the guts to do that again.” Hubby responded, “Do you know what was the last thing to go through his mind? His butt!” (PG version)
Hahaha! You must have the road trips together!
Seriously, I read it to my husband and he laughed nearly as much as I did. 😀