The Joke Thread

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Kalevala

I was hoping that someone had posted a good joke here today;it's tax day here.

K

Roasted Swan

Kalevala - just for you (an oldie but it makes me chuckle);

Julie Andrews said she bought a cheap lipstick that fell apart and made her breath stink;

Her super colour fragile lipstick gave her halitosis

Kalevala

Quote from: Roasted Swan on April 15, 2025, 12:54:32 AMKalevala - just for you (an oldie but it makes me chuckle);

Julie Andrews said she bought a cheap lipstick that fell apart and made her breath stink;

Her super colour fragile lipstick gave her halitosis
Auuuuugggghhhh!   :laugh:

And thank you!  :)

K

Number Six

Quote from: Roasted Swan on April 13, 2025, 04:34:46 AMand to reconstitute them, do you pour the boiling water over the powder, or add the powder to the water?  One way you end up with lumpy babies, but I can never remember which way round it is.......

"lumpy babies"

 :laugh: I am laughing much harder at this than I probably ought to do.

SimonNZ


LKB

Quote from: Number Six on April 15, 2025, 07:58:30 PM"lumpy babies"

 :laugh: I am laughing much harder at this than I probably ought to do.

Leave a diapered infant unattended for too long, and you'll most definitely end up with a lumpy baby.
Mit Flügeln, die ich mir errungen...

Christo

An oldie, ever heard of a Romanian. Comrade Ceaușescu is happy with all the honour he receives from the grateful Romanian people, but one day he takes the test. Early in the morning, he sneaks out of his palace and walks the streets. In a parkway, a man comes and sits beside him. They talk a bit about the weather, and after a while Ceaușescu taps the man on the shoulder and asks: say, my freiend, what do you think of comrade Ceaușescu? The man freezes, looks around nervously, and whispers: not here! Sorry, says Ceaușescu, and continues his walk with the man. After a while he becomes curious, the man has relaxed by now, so he taps him on the shoulder again and asks: here no one hears us, tell me, what do you think of Comrade Ceaușescu? The man freezes again, looks around nervously, and whispers: not here! Sorry, says Ceaușescu, and they continue their small talk. After half an hour, they are out of the city and walking in the countryside. Once again Ceaușescu taps the man on the shoulder and asks, tell me, friend, you can trust me, and here no one can hear us, you have made me really curious: what do you think of comrade Ceaușescu? The man freezes again, looks around nervously and asks: really, can no-one hear us? You can see that, Ceaușescu answers, and you can trust me. The man continues to look around nervously, but after a while he leans towards him and whispers behind his hand: well, I like him.
... music is not only an 'entertainment', nor a mere luxury, but a necessity of the spiritual if not of the physical life, an opening of those magic casements through which we can catch a glimpse of that country where ultimate reality will be found.    RVW, 1948

Florestan

Quote from: Christo on April 24, 2025, 01:30:44 PMAn oldie, ever heard of a Romanian. Comrade Ceaușescu is happy with all the honour he receives from the grateful Romanian people, but one day he takes the test. Early in the morning, he sneaks out of his palace and walks the streets. In a parkway, a man comes and sits beside him. They talk a bit about the weather, and after a while Ceaușescu taps the man on the shoulder and asks: say, my freiend, what do you think of comrade Ceaușescu? The man freezes, looks around nervously, and whispers: not here! Sorry, says Ceaușescu, and continues his walk with the man. After a while he becomes curious, the man has relaxed by now, so he taps him on the shoulder again and asks: here no one hears us, tell me, what do you think of Comrade Ceaușescu? The man freezes again, looks around nervously, and whispers: not here! Sorry, says Ceaușescu, and they continue their small talk. After half an hour, they are out of the city and walking in the countryside. Once again Ceaușescu taps the man on the shoulder and asks, tell me, friend, you can trust me, and here no one can hear us, you have made me really curious: what do you think of comrade Ceaușescu? The man freezes again, looks around nervously and asks: really, can no-one hear us? You can see that, Ceaușescu answers, and you can trust me. The man continues to look around nervously, but after a while he leans towards him and whispers behind his hand: well, I like him.

Believe it or not, I didn't know it. A good one.  :D
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Karl Henning

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I missed your post, and as a result I unwittingly duplicated.
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His only competition was with himself. — Françoise Gilot