December 9th, 2004
|12:51 pm - This is Phillip's phault.|
spidermoon77 posted a really bad joke in his journal today, and I have to return the favor.
Q: How do you kill a circus?
A: Go straight for the juggler.
Current Mood: stupid
Current Music: Paul McCartney -- Ram On
Mimes, jugglers, clowns... They're all agents of the devil.
Man, a mime is a terrible thing to
waste stab, beat into a pulp, cut up, put into a blender and frappe. It always tastes terrible.
You've eaten MIME?!
Please tell me he at least took you out to dinner first.
Yeah, but the conversation was terrible. I had no choice.
Oh, I see. You decided to settle for moans instead of ch--
Oh. Never mind. I misunderstood you at first.
|Date:||December 9th, 2004 07:06 pm (UTC)|| |
Just for that...
Q: What's Irish and stays outside all year long, even in the rain?
A: Paddy O'Furniture.
|Date:||December 9th, 2004 07:15 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: Just for that...
That's awful, but one bad Irish Joke deserves another:
Q: What do Irish bees make?
It works better at Rocky Horror, of course. It's shouted at the screen during the middle of a song:
Audience: Hey Frank! What do Irish bees make?
Dr. Frankenfurter: Oh, honey!
|Date:||December 9th, 2004 07:22 pm (UTC)|| |
It's been a long time since I've seen the movie so all I can offer for now is a blank stare o_o
But then, I may be getting Irish arthritis. It's where you get stiff in a new joint every nite.
I got a million of 'em.
Lucky for you, I have standards. It might not be obvious, but I do.