I may have overdosed on Christmas. I dreamt I saw Frosty the Snowman kissing Santa Claus last night. And the Jolly Green giant was wearing a red Santa suit doing his Ho Ho Ho thing. Today there is Boxing Day, the day after Christmas. I kind of like the concept of Boxing Day the way the Anglicans do it and I thought it might make a theme, but I really don’t have many Boxing Day jokes. The British sense of humor is like their cooking: dry and tasteless. Never the less, here are a few leftover jokes, in honor of all the leftovers from the holiday feasts.
Happy Boxing Day. Because nothing says “The Spirit of Christmas”
like fighting over a parking space at the mall.
Boxing Day, it’s a magical
time of year when companies send you amazing emails with pictures of all the
stuff you just brought from them, at half price.
What is the difference
between Boxing Day in Canada and the US?
In Canada, it’s when they give to the poor. In the US, it’s when they return
the crappy gifts you got for Christmas.
What’s the real boxing on
Boxing Day? Trying to fit all the
holiday decorations back into their boxes.
I saw a recent advertisement:
Buy Gold! Customers who bought this also
bought frankincense and myrrh.
"I asked my wife what
she wanted for Christmas. She told me, “Nothing would make her happier than a
diamond necklace.” So I bought her nothing."
I asked my wife what she
wanted for Christmas. She told me, “Nothing would make her happier than a
diamond necklace.”
So I bought her nothing. After all, don’t they say that nothing lasts
forever.
I really appreciate how
some people still give gifts to poor guys on the street, even after Christmas. For example yesterday I saw someone giving
his entire wallet to a guy who only had a knife.
Let’s shift off that
topic
Two cows walk into a vegan
bar. The bartender says, "We don't serve your kind here."
Yea though I walk through
the Valley of Death I know that I cannot trust Google Maps.
Kindle: because reading
wasn’t nerdy enough, we needed to add electronics.
The only thing flat
earthers have to fear in sphere itself.
So what is the periodic
table the rest of time?
I've reached the age where
my prescription bill has caught up to my bar bill.
I just sold my homing pigeon
– for the seventh time.
There is a special
mushroom, that if you eat just once will be enough to feed you for the rest of
your life.
Everybody knows that
Albert Einstein was a genius, but his big brother Frank was a real monster.
If all the people in the
world would join hands in a ring around the equator, a significant number of
them would drown in the ocean.
If you watch Jeopardy
backward it’s about people with money paying to get the answers to questions.
“Why isn’t Kelvin at work
today?”
“Oh, he left. Meet Celsius.
He’s our new temp.”
Here is a mathematical poem. You can actually write this as an equation.
A dozen, a gross, and a
score
Plus three times the
square of four
Divided by seven
Plus five times eleven
Is nine squared and not a
bit more
A man noticed an active six-year-old
girl wearing a Fitbit.
“Are you tracking your
steps?” he asked her.
“No,” said the little
girl. “I wear this for Mommy so she can show Daddy when he gets home.”
Two women snapping at each
other.
“My body is a temple. Yours is a nightclub.’
“Nightclubs have
restricted access. Temples are open to
everyone.”
Once upon a time a woman whose
passion was the harp. Her harp was
immaculate, 17th century, with ornate carvings, and was her pride and joy. One
Christmas she met a man and fell instantly head over heels in love. In an impulsive gesture she gave him her
beloved instrument. Imagine how she felt
when she discovered he sold it in an online auction the next day. She then sat down and began writing this
song:
“Last Christmas I gave her
my harp, but the very next day, it was sold on eBay.”
And finally, an ending Christmas
story
Post office workers are
going through the mail and find a letter addressed simply To Santa
Since they've nowhere to
send it to, they open the letter and find the most tragic childish scribbling:
"Dear Santa,
My name is Timmy and I live in an orphanage. I have no mom or dad. We have
barely any heating and it gets very cold. I know you are very busy, but could
you please send me a a hat, a scarf, and maybe some mittens?
Love,
Timmy"
The post office workers, heartbroken, pool in what they can, and buy the boy a
hat and a scarf. Unfortunately, they couldn't collect enough for mittens. They
send the gifts to the orphanage.
Two weeks later, as they come back to work after Christmas, they find another
letter with the same, familiar handwriting.
"Dear Santa,
Thank you very much for your gifts. I received the hat and the scarf. I didn't
get any mittens though. Must be those thieving assholes at the post
office".