That’s how it works best!
I’ll have to do that when my jokes start to get old. (I’m going to have a lot of catching up to do.)
That joke was the same one he told in Kindergarten.
I do the grocery shopping and the cooking. My wife thanks me because she hates grocery shopping. She loves TJ Maxx, Ross and the rest of those.
My wife and I have a similar agreement, but it’s rather one sided. I get to enjoy her excellent cooking and she still laughs at my bad puns. I should rethink this agreement. She shouldn’t be pun-ished for being such a good cook.
And off panel you hear, “I heard that!”.
He got the joke wrong. The duck goes into a drugstore and asks for a tube of Chapstick. The clerk tells him the price and the duck says “Put it on my bill.” It makes more sense that way. Putting Chapstick on a duck’s bill makes more sense than putting a drink on a duck’s bill.
So, it’s a quiet night and the bartender is just standing behind the bar, polishing some glasses. But as he looks up, here comes a Priest, a Rabbi and a Minister walking into the bar. He comes out from behind the bar and says “OK, hold it, you guys. This looks like the start of one of those stereotypical bar jokes and to be honest, we’ve had it up to here with those. I mean, we just can’t take anymore! I’m sorry, what with you being men of the cloth and all, but you three are going to have to leave.” Well, the Priest, Rabbi and Minister don’t want any trouble, being like he said, men of the cloth, so they turn and walk out. But just as they are walking out, in comes a chicken, walking into the bar! The bartender does a face palm and says “Oh no, not another one!”. Then he says to the chicken, “Now listen, pal. I’m going to tell you the same thing I told those three guys… no more bar jokes! We just can’t take anymore bar jokes! As a matter of fact, new policy… chickens are not allowed in the bar!”. The chicken is disappointed and asks, “well, is there someplace that does allow chickens?” The bartender says “yeah, it’s across the road.”.
May 08, 2015