Hokey Pokey JOW #495

With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a man, which almost went unnoticed last week. Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey", died peacefully at age 93. I have often wondered if the Hokey Pokey “is” what it is all about. The most traumatic part of Larry’s passing was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.
But enough philosophizing─here are some jokes to lighten your day

This is from Bill J.
During a recent password audit at our company, it was found that a blonde receptionist was using the following password:
"MickeyMinniePlutoHueyLouieDeweyDonaldGoofySacramento"
When asked why she had such a long password, she said she was told that it had to be at least 8 characters long and include at least one capital.
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Here is an old southern joke from Bil
I finally got around to going fishing this morning but after a while I ran out of worms.
Then I saw a cottonmouth with a frog in his mouth, and frogs are good bass bait.
Knowing the snake couldn't bite me with the frog in his mouth, I grabbed him right behind the head, took the frog and put it in my bait bucket.
Now the dilemma was how to release the snake without getting bitten.
I grabbed my bottle of Jack Daniels and poured a little whiskey in its mouth.
His eyes rolled back, he went limp, I released him into the lake without incident, and carried on my fishing with the frog.
A little later I felt a nudge on my foot.
There was that same snake with another frog in his mouth.

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The Geico Gecko recently began to have trouble with his lines during filming of his popular commercials; specifically he had trouble pronouncing the words with the letter ‘e’. When asked about the problem, a company spokesman the gecko had begun taking Viagra to solve his ‘e’ reptile dysfunction.

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From Charles
A woman was talking about her family with some new acquaintances.
“You have six children?” a woman exclaimed to her. “Oh, my, how old are they?
“Well, Bill and Bob are 16, Ann and Andy are 11, and Faith and Hope are 8.”
“You mean you got twins every time?”
“Oh, no. Lots of times we didn’t get anything.”