It’s all very earnest around here at the moment, isn’t it? Which is funny, because I keep getting all these google searches ‘comedy edinburgh’ and ‘comedian librarian’ and so on. Goodness knows what they think when the land here.
Anyway, today two things happened. Firstly, I wrote two very good jokes (and I wasn’t even trying, I was supposed to be only doing what is in my script, but one of them appeared as I was cleaning my teeth and the other came out during ‘rehearsals’ – let’s assume here that ‘rehearsals’ can be defined as standing in your bedroom with the door closed, every now and then pulling the door open to surprise the two boys who are standing on the other side giggling and then say, ‘But Mum, how did you know we were here?’). They’re untested jokes, so maybe they aren’t as good as I think they are, but for now let’s just assume they’re brilliant. Secondly, Deborah shared a most excellent joke which did indeed crack my boys up.
What’s your favourite joke?
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My mum would always crack up at the following:
Q. What’s the difference between a duck?
A. The space between it’s legs.
I have to say, I still don’t get.
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not sure I get it either, but I’ll test it out on my 15 y/o who laughs at just about anything and let you know how he reacts.
I always thought the answer was “One of its legs is both the same”.
No idea either.
I used to know a huge number of jokes and could tell them for hours. As I grew older, I found that the ruder or more taboo a joke was, the funnier it was. Now, at nearly 30, I have no jokes, at all, which I can tell in any kind of company. Sorry.
No, wait:
Q: How many ADHD kids does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
A: YOU WANNA GO RIDE BIKES?!?!?
For less appropriate jokes and an entry on the *ahem* joke book I wrote, go to my link …
Hey! You wrote a joke book. I shall find a copy when I am next in Australia.
And yes, there was that answer as well. Also caused my mother to roll around in stitches. But it doesn’t make any more sense.
Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Disruptive cow
Disruptive cow wh..
MOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Works better in person. Although. Made my sensitive son cry with this one by being a little TOO disruptive and scaring the bejaysus out of him.
yes, that one is a favourite here too, though these days it always descends into an argument (don’t ask me how)
Personally my favourite joke is;
Knock Knock
Whose there?
Biggish
Biggish who?
No thanks.
I actually think I learnt that one in Scotland!
We’re very fond of
What’s brown and sticky?
A stick.
I’m very fond of
Why are men buried 6 feet underground?
Because deep, deep down they’re really nice.
But the men in my life never seem to laugh at that one.