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I have noticed that many of my acquaintances misuse the phrases a dry sense of humor and a quiet sense of humor. Some people can tell a joke with a straight face, but, as a rule, they do it intentionally; their performance is studied and has little to do with “dryness.” A quiet sense of humor is an even murkier concept. What is it: an ability to chuckle to oneself? Smiling complacently when everybody else is roaring with laughter? Being funny but inoffensive? Sometimes readers detect humor where it probably does not exist.
For example, in the Scandinavian myth of the final catastrophe, the great medieval scholar Snorri Sturluson noted that the lower jaw of the wolf, the creature destined to swallow the whole world, touched the ground, while the upper jaw reached to the sky. If the wolf, he added, could open its mouth wider, it would have done so. For at least two hundred years scholars have been admiring Snorri’s dry sense of humor, though there is no certainly that Snorri had any sense of humor at all. What we read in his text is an accurate statement of fact, a description of a monster with a mouth open to its full extent.
Fenrisulfr tied up, a river flows from his mouth. From the 17th century Icelandic manuscript AM 738 4to, now in the care of the Árni Magnússon Institute in Iceland. Public domain via Wikimedia Commons.
In Europe, if we disregard the situation known form Ancient Greece and Rome, the modern sense of humor, which, first and foremost, presupposes laughter at verbal rather than at practical jokes, hardly existed before the Renaissance. (Practical jokes seldom thrill us.) The likes of Mark Twain and Oscar Wilde would not have had an appreciative audience in the Middle Ages. A look at the words pertaining to laughter may not be out of place here. The verb laugh has nothing to do with amusement. Its most ancient form sounded as khlakhkhyan (kh, which, as the above transcription shows, was long, stands for ch in Scots loch and in the family name MacLauchlan). If this word had currency before the formation of the system of Germanic consonants, its root was klak, which belongs with cluck, clack, click, clock, and other similar sound-imitative formations. The most primitive word for “laugh” seems to have designated a “guttural gesture,” akin to coughing or clearing one’s throat. Chuckle, a frequentative form of chuck, is a cousin of cackle. Giggle, another onomatopoeic verb, is a next-door neighbor of chuckle. The origin of Latin ridere (“to laugh”: compare ridiculous, deride, and risible) is unknown.
Nowadays, few words turn up in our speech more often than fun. Fun is the greatest attraction of everything. On campus, after the most timid souls get out of the math anxiety course, they are assured that math will be fun. A popular instructor is called a fun professor; students wish one another a fun class. Fun is the backbone of our education, and yet the word fun surfaced in texts only in the seventeenth century, and, like many nouns and verbs belonging to this semantic sphere, was probably a borrowing by the Standard from slang. Its etymology is disputable; perhaps fun is related to fond, and fond meant “stupid.” Joke, contemporaneous with fun, despite its source in Latin, also arose as slang.
We seldom think of the inner form of the word witty. Yet it is an obvious derivative of wit. One could expect witty to mean “wise, sagacious,” the opposite of witless (compare also unwitting), and before Shakespeare it did mean “clever, ingenious.” In German, the situation is similar. Geistreich (Geist + reich) suggests “rich in spirit (mind)” but corresponds to Engl. “witty.” Likewise, jest had little to do with amusement. Latin gesta (plural) meant “doings, deeds” and is familiar from the titles of innumerable Latin books (for example, Gesta danorum “The Deeds of the Danes”). Apparently, in the absence of the concept we associate with wit speakers had to endow the existing material with a meaning that suddenly gained in importance or surfaced for the first time. “The street,” where slang flourished, reveled in low entertainment and supplied names for it. Sometimes the learned also felt a need for what we call fun but were “lost for words” and used Latin nouns in contexts alien to them.
Jest is by far not the only example of this process. Hoax, which originally meant “to poke fun at,” is an eighteenth-century verb (at first only a verb) derived from Latin hocus, as in hocus-pocus. By an incredible coincidence, Old English had hux “mockery,” a metathesized variant of husc, a word with a solid etymology, but in the remote past it may have meant “noise.” When the history of the verbs for “laugh” comes to light, it often yields the sense “noise.” Such is Swedish skratta (with near identical cognates in Norwegian and Danish). People, as rituals and books inform us, laughed on various occasions: to promote fertility (a subject I cannot discuss here), to express their triumph over a vanquished enemy, or to show that they were happy. Noise sometimes constituted part of their reaction. None of that had anything to do with our sense of humor.
German Scherz “joke” first denoted “a merry jump.” Its synonym Spaß reached German from Italian (spasso; in the seventeenth century, like so many words being discussed here), but German did not remain a debtor. It “lent” Scherz to Italian, which returned it to the European languages as Scherzo, a musical term. The origin of Dutch grap “joke” is uncertain (so probably slang). Almost the entire English vocabulary of laughter and mockery is late: either the words were coined about four hundred year ago, or new meanings of old words arose. It is as though a revolution in attitudes toward laughter (or at least one aspect of it) occurred during and soon after the Renaissance. People felt a need for new terms expressing what we take for eternal impulses and began to promote slang and borrow right and left.
Below I will list a few verbs with their dates and some indication of their origin. The roman numbers refer to the centuries.
Jeer (XVI; “fleer and leer have affinities for form and meaning”; so The OxfordDictionary of English Etymology),
fleer (XV, possibly from Scandinavian),
sneer (XVI; perhaps from Low German or Dutch),
flout (XVI, possibly from Dutch),
taunt (XVI, from French),
banter (XVII, of unknown origin).
Only scoff and scorn are considerably older, though both also came from abroad. To be sure, the picture presented above is too simple; it does not take into account the history of people. New words were borrowed, while old ones fell into desuetude. The formula “of unknown origin” does not mean that no suggestions about their etymology exist. They do, but none is fully convincing.
Our ancestors laughed as much as we do, but we have added a new dimension to this process: we can laugh at a witty saying (when they spoke their native languages, this was, apparently, a closed art to them). Strangely, the educated “barbarians” enjoyed Roman comedies, but laughing at Latin witticisms taught them nothing and did not become a transferable skill. The Europeans who descended from those “barbarians” needed a long time to catch up with their teachers. A study of laughter is not only a window to the development of European mentality. It also sheds light on popular culture. We observe how the slang of the past gained respectability and became part of the neutral style. Here etymologists can make themselves useful to everyone who is interested in how we have become what we are. Enjoy yourselves, friends, but don’t be always the last to laugh.
On a short flight to San Jose, snack service started shortly after takeoff. The flight attendant asked a passenger if he would like some peanuts with his drink. “Yes! Thank you, I’m starving!” he said, and quickly opened the bag.
After a few moments, he heard a tiny voice.
“Nice pants!”
The seat next to him was empty. He shrugged and took another sip of his drink.
“You have great hair. Very shiny.”
The tiny voice spoke again. He quickly looked around, but the other passengers near him were either dozing or talking to each other. The voice was clearly speaking to him and it was close by.
“You smell really nice today.”
The man thought he must be going crazy. He flagged down a passing flight attendant and asked, “Wait, stop. Shhh. Do you hear a tiny voice?”
Just then, the tiny voice spoke up.
“Look at those teeth! So pearly white!”
“See?!?” said the man. “Do you hear it?”
The flight attendant smiled.
“Yes, it’s the peanuts.”
The man looked at the bag. “Peanuts?”
“Yes,” said the flight attendant, “They’re complimentary.”
If you enjoyed this, please share it with your friends and coworkers. And… you look great in that outfit.
Twitter is a joke factory, where professional comics and civilian jesters crank out one-liners round the clock.
In that joke factory, there are popular models. Every day, new jokes play on phrases such as “Dance like no one is watching,” “Sex is like pizza,” and “When life hands you lemons.” While the repetition can be maddening, I’m impressed by how, inevitably, there’s always another good joke lurking in even the most tired formula. “Give a man a fish” variations are endless, but there’s always a fresh catch, like this tweet by Erikka Innes:
Give a fish a man, he eats for a day. Teach a fish to catch a man and OH MY GOD DON'T STEAL MY AWESOME IDEA FOR A HORROR MOVIE
Some formulas are seasonal. The arrival of 2013 brings variations of a formula I presume originated as a simple observation: “It’s X year, but I’m still writing X-1 year on my checks.” Some use the snowclone-like formula to point out its own exhaustion:
I can't believe it's almost 2013! I'm still writing a popular joke construction on all of my checks!
People write these kind of tweets about every joke formula, so I’d say pointing out hackiness has become its own form of hackery. Another option is using this format to comment on how checks have mostly gone the way of dinosaurs. This was a popular theme this year:
Still writing "nobody accepts checks anymore, ya stupid check" on all my checks
Others keep the check part and replace 2012. In some cases, the subject matter stays close to the world of money, usually implying the tweeter is broke or a deadbeat:
It's 2013, but I'm still writing "This will bounce" on all my checks.
Love it or loathe it, this joke format will likely survive as long as we have years. Even in 3013, I bet we’ll still be writing “Please have sex with me” into the programming of our robots.
A duck walks into a bar, approaches the counter and orders a sandwich. He says to the bartender, "Listen, I'm a bricklayer on the construction site nearby. The work will last for some time and I'll be coming here every day around lunchtime for a sandwich. How about a discount?"
The bartender, shocked as he has never encountered a talking duck before, agrees to give the duck a small discount for his daily sandwiches.
The duck takes his sandwich, pays, thanks the bartender and goes out.
The bartender immediately calls his friend who owns a circus:
"Listen, there's a talking duck coming to my bar. Come tomorrow around lunchtime, you gotta see this for yourself!"'
So the next day the circus owner waits in the bar. Sure enough, the duck goes in, jumps on the barstool and orders a sandwich.
The circus manager overcomes his awe and says:
"Hello sir, I'm a circus owner and I want to offer you a job. I can give you whatever money you want, plus a company car, a cell phone, best hotels. Really, whatever you want!"
The duck considers his offer for a moment and says:
"So you're a circus owner, right?"
"Right."
"And your circus is one of those big tents, right?"
"Right."
"With a sandy arena in the middle?"
"Yes."
"And with rows of seats around?"
"Of course."
"So what the heck do you need a bricklayer for?"
My dad sent me this joke last week. I just couldn't resist illustrating the duck.
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While walking down the street one day a Corrupt Senator wastragically hit by a car and died. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peterat the entrance.
"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter."Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official aroundthese parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says theSenator.
"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders fromthe higher ups. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven.Then you can choose where to spend eternity."
"Really? I've made up my mind. I want to bein heaven," says the Senator.
"I'm sorry, but we have our rules."
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to theelevator and he goes down to hell.
The doors open and he finds himself in the middleof a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in frontof it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. Theyrun to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times theyhad while getting rich at the expense of the people. They played a friendly game of golf and then dineon lobster, caviar and the finest champagne. Also present is the devil, who really is a veryfriendly guy who is having a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are all having such a good time that beforethe Senator realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waveswhile the elevator rises.
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopensin heaven where St. Peter i
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Wow, it's been a while since I last posted here, a year at least. I've been checking in from time to time though, but today I kind of felt an itch to draw something. So I decided to do something quick for the horse challenge, since it is nearly over.
Well then, what is the first thing that comes to mind when you think of horses? Yes, exactly, bars of course!
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A dog owner comes home from work to find his dog waiting for him behind the door. The dog is wagging his tail, delighted beyond measure to see his master again. He wags his tail in glee, and licks his master’s face. The owner drops everything and starts petting the dog, stroking his head and tickling him behind the ears.
“Oh, you are so good to me,” thinks the dog. “You pet me, feed me, fuss me and look after me. You take care of all my needs every day. Truly you must be God!”
A cat owner comes home from work to find his cat sitting calmly on the sofa. He sits down next to his pet, who licks her paw thoughtfully while her owner strokes her and brings out various little toys to amuse her. After a while, the cat nuzzles her head against her owner’s hand and he is delighted by the attention.
“Oh, you are so good to me,” thinks the cat. “You pet me, feed me, fuss me and look after me. You take care of all my needs every day. Surely I must be God!”
A dog owner comes home from work to find his dog waiting for him behind the door. The dog is wagging his tail, delighted beyond measure to see his master again. He wags his tail in glee, and licks his master’s face. The owner drops everything and starts petting the dog, stroking his head and tickling him behind the ears.
“Oh, you are so good to me,” thinks the dog. “You pet me, feed me, fuss me and look after me. You take care of all my needs every day. Truly you must be God!”
A cat owner comes home from work to find his cat sitting calmly on the sofa. He sits down next to his pet, who licks her paw thoughtfully while her owner strokes her and brings out various little toys to amuse her. After a while, the cat nuzzles her head against her owner’s hand and he is delighted by the attention.
“Oh, you are so good to me,” thinks the cat. “You pet me, feed me, fuss me and look after me. You take care of all my needs every day. Surely I must be God!”
An American, a Russian and a Pakistani were bragging about the developments in their countries. The talk came over super hi-tech scientific advances.
The American boasted, “We have developed such rockets and spaceships which go so high up that they pierce the blue sky and then come back”.
The Russian snapped him, “Come on, how’s that possible? How can they pierce the sky? We know it’s not a physical thing!!!!!….
The American replied, “Well they are there, just a couple of million of miles short of the blue sky….”
OK, said the Russian. Now it was his turn….
“We have made such high tech advances in the marine technology that our submarines just travel along the base of the oceans, just like tanks”….
Oh! Come on comrade; spoke back the American, how’s that possible? We know that there are rocks all along the bottom of the seas, how can they move along that?…. Ok Ok, the Russian said….they float just a couple of thousand meters above the ocean’s base.
The Pakistani very quietly kept listening to their interesting discussions…..
What about your country? Now the American and the Russian turned towards the Pakistani…..
The Pakistani thought for a while and said, “We may not be a super power, but we are a nuclear power…..I’m not aware of any high-tech developments in my country, but after listening to your discussions and advancements, I only know one thing…..”In our country women deliver babies through their assholes!!!!!”…..
“Deliver babies through the assholes”……confused, both the Yankee and the Comrade cried out … .OMG…..…. How’s that possible?
The Pakistani very calmly replied…..”It’s just a matter of few centimeters here and there”….
Speaking of English language has always been a trouble for us in Pakistan. What best can be expressed in the vernaculars just cannot be compared if someone has to express the same in the English language.
A young man applied for a job. Incidentally the boss was a young lady.
The time for interview given to him was in the late afternoon and his turn came around 8 pm. He was very puzzled to speak English.
Now feeling more confused in a male dominated society, when he found out that he had to appear for an interview in front of a young shapely woman who was the boss.
His turn came and he appeared.
Totally mystified….. when he came across the attractive boss.
After trying to speak his best possible English during the interview, he came out, feeling more confused.
On way back home he remembered that he had dropped his eyeglasses during the interview. He hesitated to return back as it was quite late.
All night he kept on thinking to speak out the best possible English sentence to meet the lady. “Interview”, “spectacles” were the words which kept hammering him.
The next day he went back to the office and asked the receptionist that he wanted to meet the lady for a very personal matter. He was granted.
He knocked, “May I come in madam?” Please; he heard a female voice.
“Excuse me madam, during my intercourse with you last night, I left my testicles here”……
There are people in this world who do things which are extremely dangerous. Things that aren’t necessary, that put others at risk, that waste valuable manpower and time then when they have to be rescued the rest of us have to pay for their actions with our hard earned tax dollars. And afterwards they just simply walk away, sometimes without even saying a simple “thank you.”
I don’t know about you but that really ticks me off.
Why do I, who is sitting at home, doing what I’m supposed to be doing, have to have my tax dollars wasted on some fool-hardy adventure that “Mr. Nature” took that got him lost out in nowhere or trapped on some mountaintop.
I know, he had to climb it because it was there.
It’s just not right. It ain’t kosher.
Then when these adventurists have exhausted all the tax funds with these excursions into absurdity, the city, county or whoever it may be, threatens to either raise my taxes or curtail valuable services like trash collection or police/fire protection.
If you cut back on police or fire protection, who’s going to go out and get these folks when they’re dangling from a cliff? Not me.
No, if you get yourself in a predicament out in the wild, you should be the one who has to pay the city, county, sheriff’s department or whoever has to come get you.
If I drive my car off the road into a ditch trying to avoid a deer, I have to pay someone to get it out and I wasn’t doing anything risky, unnecessary or adventurous ( I love that word).
These thrill-seeking souls should have their Visa or Mastercard ready to pay the bill. And if they can’t pay leave them out there or take them to jail and let them sit there until they can pay. Treat them like they treat deadbeat dads and moms.
Lock ‘em up.
I bet they’ll think twice before they go on another nature walk.
I like having fun as much as the next guy but there should be limits.
If you want a thrill, go to an amusement park like the rest of us.
It’s a lot cheaper and if you get stranded on something there, when they come and get you they give you free stuff!
for more humorous schlep go somewhere else because I don’t have anymore
There are people in this world who do things which are extremely dangerous. Things that aren’t necessary, that put others at risk, that waste valuable manpower and time then when they have to be rescued the rest of us have to pay for their actions with our hard earned tax dollars. And afterwards they just simply walk away, sometimes without even saying a simple “thank you.”
I don’t know about you but that really ticks me off.
Why do I, who is sitting at home, doing what I’m supposed to be doing, have to have my tax dollars wasted on some fool-hardy adventure that “Mr. Nature” took that got him lost out in nowhere or trapped on some mountaintop.
I know, he had to climb it because it was there.
It’s just not right. It ain’t kosher.
Then when these adventurists have exhausted all the tax funds with these excursions into absurdity, the city, county or whoever it may be, threatens to either raise my taxes or curtail valuable services like trash collection or police/fire protection.
If you cut back on police or fire protection, who’s going to go out and get these folks when they’re dangling from a cliff? Not me.
No, if you get yourself in a predicament out in the wild, you should be the one who has to pay the city, county, sheriff’s department or whoever has to come get you.
If I drive my car off the road into a ditch trying to avoid a deer, I have to pay someone to get it out and I wasn’t doing anything risky, unnecessary or adventurous ( I love that word).
These thrill-seeking souls should have their Visa or Mastercard ready to pay the bill. And if they can’t pay leave them out there or take them to jail and let them sit there until they can pay. Treat them like they treat deadbeat dads and moms.
Lock ‘em up.
I bet they’ll think twice before they go on another nature walk.
I like having fun as much as the next guy but there should be limits.
If you want a thrill, go to an amusement park like the rest of us.
It’s a lot cheaper and if you get stranded on something there, when they come and get you they give you free stuff!
for more humorous schlep go somewhere else because I don’t have anymore
In this article, 10 ways of saving time while getting ready in morning is mentioned. The ideas are very stupid and horrible. I hope you enjoy it. They are as follows:
Do not sleep at night. Hence, you do not have to worry about getting up early in morning and to rush for job.
Do not take shower rather use deodorants and perfume to avoid public embarrassment.
Use the top and the bottom part simultaneously. I mean that eat and excrete simultaneously. However, if you think it is an obnoxious idea, then do reading rather than eating.
Brush your teeth while taking bath.
While sleeping, wear your shoes, this will save time in morning.
If possible, wear your office dress in night.
Hire servants who will do everything for you.
Wear your clothes while traveling.
Buy a car.
Finally yet importantly, do not leave your office in evening. Therefore, you will not have to worry about coming back.
You might be thinking that these ideas are unrealistic, but the fact is that many people try these ideas more often than anyone can think. So, go ahead and try them out. Other wise, just relax.
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In this article, 10 ways of saving time while getting ready in morning is mentioned. The ideas are very stupid and horrible. I hope you enjoy it. They are as follows:
Do not sleep at night. Hence, you do not have to worry about getting up early in morning and to rush for job.
Do not take shower rather use deodorants and perfume to avoid public embarrassment.
Use the top and the bottom part simultaneously. I mean that eat and excrete simultaneously. However, if you think it is an obnoxious idea, then do reading rather than eating.
Brush your teeth while taking bath.
While sleeping, wear your shoes, this will save time in morning.
If possible, wear your office dress in night.
Hire servants who will do everything for you.
Wear your clothes while traveling.
Buy a car.
Finally yet importantly, do not leave your office in evening. Therefore, you will not have to worry about coming back.
You might be thinking that these ideas are unrealistic, but the fact is that many people try these ideas more often than anyone can think. So, go ahead and try them out. Other wise, just relax.
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The American president called the Indian president to come over to his country for a cup of tea. When the Indian president came over, they had the cup of tea and went off to a jungle; The American president wanted to show him somthing.
When they reached a place the American started digging and told the Indian to help him dig. After digging 100 metres below the ground they saw a wire. The American president exclaimed “Ah Yes, see there we had technology even 100 years ago!” The Indian president didnt show any jealousy but rather invited him to his country for a cup of tea.
Later when the American President came to India and after having the cup of tea the Indian President took the american president to his jungle in india. When they reached a place the Indian started digging and asked the American president to help him. After digging 100 metres they didnt find anything. The American president was confused he said “what are you trying to show me?” “keep digging you’ll see” replied the Indian president. After digging 200, they found nothing but rubble and then finally after digging 300 metres they still saw nothing. The indian prsident exclaimed “Ah you see this? we had wire-less even 300 years ago.”
The American president called the Indian president to come over to his country for a cup of tea. When the Indian president came over, they had the cup of tea and went off to a jungle; The American president wanted to show him somthing.
When they reached a place the American started digging and told the Indian to help him dig. After digging 100 metres below the ground they saw a wire. The American president exclaimed “Ah Yes, see there we had technology even 100 years ago!” The Indian president didnt show any jealousy but rather invited him to his country for a cup of tea.
Later when the American President came to India and after having the cup of tea the Indian President took the american president to his jungle in india. When they reached a place the Indian started digging and asked the American president to help him. After digging 100 metres they didnt find anything. The American president was confused he said “what are you trying to show me?” “keep digging you’ll see” replied the Indian president. After digging 200, they found nothing but rubble and then finally after digging 300 metres they still saw nothing. The indian prsident exclaimed “Ah you see this? we had wire-less even 300 years ago.”
Well…I felt I should put something up Halloweeny-related before the day passes. Here’s a greeting card created for RSVP cards. I’m personally not fond of how it turned out (too rigid, too tight, too overworked again–sigh.), but there you have it. And so here, below…A halloween joke/riddle/pun that you can share with someone else on [...]
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Well, I’m no expert and if I did much drawing, I suspect it would be overly tight, but I still really love this, especially the spider! (Thanks for the joke too. I abhor puns, but found this cute!)
dOuG said, on 11/3/2008 8:01:00 AM
what’s tight for you would be loosey goosey for me… Glad to see your fall banner back… I think it is my favorite so far of them all. You can’t beat that warm/cool, blue/orange combo!
paula said, on 11/3/2008 8:49:00 AM
Patti: Well, you know how it goes. I just didn’t like the results, and I know I spent way too much time on it. I’m glad you like the joke, and the spider is my favorite part, too.
Doug: Thanks, man. As far as ‘tight’ goes, what I mean is, you can have something look ‘loose’, but if took you 100 tries, then that’s being anal and tight in my book. : P
Jack Ruttan said, on 11/4/2008 10:09:00 AM
Oooooooh. (I mean the joke)
I imagine it’s tough, when creating a character, to always make it appealing in the right way. I did a character shaped liked the Province of Alberta, jumping over a hurdle, to symbolise achievement, or some such thing.
They thought he looked angry instead of determined. I fixed the eyebrows a bit, and he was fine. Still, there’s a thin line, esp. with characters who aren’t naturally cuddly, like a jack-o-lantern.
That’s one thing that’s maybe kept me a bit out of kids’ illustrating. I get zoned out by all those smiling faces. I llike doing a frown once in a while, or at least a dead-pan. An artist named Brian Ralph is good at these sorts of things. He’s a good kids’ comic artist, also a good ‘underground’ cartoonist. I also love Joann Sfarr (A French artist. I think I’ve spelt that right. Check for a book called “The Rabbi’s Cat”)
Jane said, on 11/11/2008 2:29:00 PM
Hey…great card.
Do people in the US send happy halloween greetings? cool!
Thanks for dropping by my blog.
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A duck walks into a bar, approaches the counter and orders a sandwich. He says to the bartender, "Listen, I'm a bricklayer on the construction site nearby. The work will last for some time and I'll be coming here every day around lunchtime for a sandwich. How about a discount?"
"Right."
I
Love
That
Joke!