Tuesday, August 16, 2011

The Great Escape

...that's what I'm calling knit night tonight. There's been a little whackadoodle in my life. No badness just some absurdity.

When faced with the crazy, it's best just to laugh. It's time for a mini-crack-me-up post.

Random crack me up number the one.

Imagine you are on a date (chickenchicken). It's not really a blind date. (chickenchicken) You've met the guy. (chickenchicken) But once you're out in the world you notice that instead of saying "yeah" (chickenchicken) or uh huh (chicken chicken) or "my meal is fine, thank you for asking" (chickenchicken) at appropriate moments your date says chickenchicken This guy has several redeeming qualities but as it turns out chickenchicken is indeed a deal breaker. Having heard that story from my favorite secretary (it's a true story) I really can't resist indulging in the random chickenchicken in my life.


Random crack me up number the B.

I can count on KnitnightJustine to make me laugh. But that's a lot of pressure so I don't tell her that and I quietly hope it happens.

Tonight she did not fail. She shared some gems from The anti joke page From their website

What are Antijokes? Anti Jokes (or Anti Humor) is a type of comedy in which the uses is set up to expect a typical joke setup however the joke ends with such anticlimax that it becomes funny in its own right. The lack of punchline is the punchline.

Such as (from the website)-

What's red and smells like blue paint? Red paint.

What's green and has wheels? Grass. I lied about the wheels.

And one I wrote myself-

What's blue and smells like red paint? blue paint. I lied about the red.

They make no sense. Some of them are just wrong. Some are hysterical. I got to laugh tonight and that is always a good thing.





4 comments:

kmkat said...

I remember those kind of jokes from my teen years. Loved them then, love them now.

JelliDonut said...

I laughed at all of them!

flutter said...

okay, I guffawed. Thank you for that.

Roxie said...

knock, knock.

who's there?

Compulsive micro-manager. Now you say, compulsive micro-manager who?