grateful for bad jokes
So this mushroom walks into a bar, sits down on a stool, and orders a martini. The bartender looks at him and says, “Sorry, we don’t serve your kind in here.” The mushroom looks up at the bartender and says, “Why not? I’m a fungi!”
That is one of my favorite bad jokes, although I am pretty fond of just about every bad joke I have ever heard. I don’t know why this is, and I don’t question it. I just laugh.
(This entry is part of one month of gratitude.)
About Halsted M. Bernard
Halsted, a/k/a cygnoir, does stuff with words. Her favourite things to do with words are keeping this diary, writing stories, and organising information. She lives in Edinburgh with her husband, two cats, a few gadgets, several fountain pens, and many books.
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http://www.rummelhudson.com Rob R-H
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David M
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David
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http://pigpog.com Michael Randall
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http://orvettifactor.blogspot.com/ Peter Orvetti
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matt
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http://in-essence.org Elea




