Sometimes (a lot of times) I have to be reminded of my best material. See, I'm throwing this stuff out left and right, and I don't always remember the gems. Someone I work with just told me about this beauty I produced a few weeks ago--and I have no recollection of saying it--but it sounds like me, alright, and I'm so glad that I did. And proud! I've been laughing for twenty minutes. To myself. About myself. Out loud. Oh, me! You're always me!
GUY IN OFFICE WITH GIRLFRIEND WHO HATES ME:
Anne, what should I get my girlfriend for her birthday?
ANNE:
Um, I dunno, why don't you fart in her face?
*Apparently there were sound effects accompanying this joke but I think it stands on its own.
4 comments:
Funny, but not far from the truth.
Yeah and eat some eggs, with cheese, and a little steamed broccoli beforehand, she'll like that.
Harvey Nichols, eh? I wonder if they also carry L'Air du Flatulence.
This would make a great play.
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