Monday, March 5, 2018

Childish JOW #906



I try to put out a JOW each week, so if you don’t receive one for a couple of weeks, let me know.  Next week will be in exception.  I will be going to the Holy Land for twelve days where I will be visiting Israel and Jordon.  I am not going to take a computer with me and I refuse to use my little phone for sending and receiving emails, so there will be no way to post anything.  By the way, if you ever need to use any of the jokes that I send, I have been posting them online since 2008 at thospinneyjow.blogspot.com.
Look for my jokes again the week of 19 March.

Some ’kid logic jokes’
Teacher: “How old is your father?”
Kid: “Five years.”
Teacher: “That’s impossible.”
Kid: “Well, he wasn’t a father until I was born.”
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Teacher: “Maria, go to the map and find North America.”
Maria: “Here it is.”
Teacher: “Very good.  Now class, who discovered America?”
Class” “Maria.”
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Teacher: Glen, how do you spell crocodile?”
Glen: “k r o k o d I a l
Teacher: “That is not right.”
Glen: “Maybe.  But you asked me how I spell it.”

And speaking of children
The sweet old lady was looking at her children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, and even great-great grandchildren when she started giggling.  When asked what was so funny, she replied, “Everyone here is alive because I got laid.”
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A first grade teacher provided her class with a list of the first half of well-known proverbs and asked them to come up with the remainder of the proverb.  Perhaps they did not know their proverbs but some of the answers showed a lot of insight.
Strike while the                                               bug is close
It’s always darkest before                   Daylight Savings Time
Don’t bite the hand that                     is dirty
A miss is as good as a                                     mister
You can’t teach and old dog               new math
An idle mind is                                                the best way to relax
Where there’s smoke there’s             pollution
Happy is the bride who                                   gets all the presents
Two’s company, three’s                                  the Musketeers
There are none so blind as                 Stevie Wonder
Children should be seen and not        spanked or put in time out
A bird in the hand                               is going to poop on you
Don’t change horses                           until they stop running

More grammar jokes!  These are from Mary Ellen:

A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.
A bar was walked into by the passive voice.
An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.
Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”
A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.
Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.
A question mark walks into a bar?
A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.
A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.
A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.
Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.
A synonym strolls into a tavern.
At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.
A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.
Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor. (I had to look that one up.)
A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.
An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.
The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.
A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.
An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television getting drunk and smoking cigars.  (I have a story about ‘comma wars’)
A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.
A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.
A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony.

This is one of my favorite jokes.
Sebastian is the owner of a big furniture brand, in the mid-west arrived in Barcelona on a buying trip. As he was checking into a hotel he struck up an acquaintance with a gorgeous young lady. However, she only spoke Spanish and he only spoke English, so each couldn’t understand a word the other spoke.
He took out a pencil and a notebook and drew a picture of a taxi. Beautiful girl smiled, nodded her head and they went for a ride in the park.
Later, he drew an image of a table in a restaurant with a question mark and she understood, so they went to dinner.
After dinner, Sebastian sketched two dancers and she was delighted. They went to several night-clubs, drank champagne, danced and had a spectacular evening.
It had gotten quite late when she motioned for the pencil and drew a picture of a four-poster bed. Sebastian was completely amazed. To this very day, he still doesn’t know how she guessed that he sold furniture!
Which reminded me of this one:
Sheri, the pert and pretty nurse took her troubles to a resident psychiatrist in the hospital where she worked. “Doctor, you must help me,” she pleaded. “It’s gotten so that every time I meet one of the handsome young doctors here, I end up dating him, and then wind up having sex with him.  Afterward, I feel guilty and depressed for a week.”
“I see,” nodded the psychiatrist. “And you, no doubt, want me to strengthen your will power and resolve so you don’t do that anymore.”
“NO!!!” exclaimed the nurse. “I want you to fix it so I won’t feel guilty and depressed afterward!”


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