Old, but, maybe new again.
I was thinking about jokes whilst driving, nowadays I forget them almost as soon as I hear them, but, I do remember the first joke that I was told by my dad 50 years ago. I have never heard it since then.
A new prisoner arrives in the cell, his cell mate, an old lag, says, “This is a good day, all the prisoners meet in the hall this evening and we have a tell a joke session”.
That evening the new prisoner and the old lag sit together in the hall.
One of the prisoners stands up an shouts, “33”. The prisoners in the hall laugh out loud.
Another prisoner stands up, “27” he says, this time the hall arupts with screams of prolonged laughter with tears running down the cheeks of many of the prisoners.
The new prisoner turns to the old lag and asks, “What’s happening?”.
“Well“, says the old lag,“we have all been here for a long time and we know all of the jokes, so, we have just given them numbers now”
“That great”, says the new prisoner, “can I have a go?”.
“Of course”, says the old lag.
The new prisoner stands up, “43”, he shouts out.
Silence in the hall.
“What was wrong” he asks the old lag, “is that a poor joke?”.
“No”, says the old lag, “It’s the way you tell them”.
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Comment by Will— 2007/03/09 @ 05:41 AM — (Reply)
Comment by trevor downer— 2007/03/09 @ 08:23 AM — (Reply)
Please don't leave this board, It's already a bit lonely, anyway, Ive just requested your book at the local library, that may not make you rich, but, it will get it on show.
Comment by trevor downer— 2007/03/09 @ 08:30 AM — (Reply)
I hear jokes from years ago, somewhat different, frequently. I read a story in Reader's Digest, where the story of a guy who's wife always waited until they'd driven several hundred miles on vacation to say, "I think I left the iron on," and they would return to check on it, so one year he packed the iron in the trunk. They had that story in Reader's Digest, submitted by different people in different parts of the country, every decade 50's, 60's 70's for generations of readers. People don't change, the irons just get more complicated. Thanks, wk
Comment by Will— 2007/03/10 @ 03:52 AM — (Reply)