This morning I took the back way to work, through the Vienna Woods. In one village, I had to stop my car and wait while a group of chickens crossed the road.
It’s going to be one of those days, I thought.
This morning I took the back way to work, through the Vienna Woods. In one village, I had to stop my car and wait while a group of chickens crossed the road.
It’s going to be one of those days, I thought.
Posted in Das Gehirn, ferner liefen, Metamorphosism
Tags: chicken, commute, joke, morning, Vienna Woods
The world’s funniest joke, now with added Sarah Palin:
Sarah Palin takes John McCain hunting in Alaska. McCain collapses. Palin places an emergency call on her cell phone.
Operator: May I help you?
Palin: This is Sarah Palin. John McCain isn’t breathing and his eyes are all glassy. He might be dead. What should I do?
Operator: Calm down. We can handle this. First thing, let’s make sure he’s dead.
(Pause, then gunshot)
Palin: Okay, now what?
Or, no, wait, hang on:
McCain’s campaign advisor gets a call from McCain in the middle of the night:
McCain: My campaign’s dead, what should we do:
Advisor: Hang on, first we need to make sure it’s dead.
(Palin’s voice: I’m on it, John. (Pause, gunshot))
McCain: Sigh.
Hang on, no, wait:
McCain and Palin get on the Straight Talk Express. The driver berates McCain for choosing Palin as a running mate. McCain makes his way to the back of the bus/jet and sits down beside a new intern.
Bad day? the intern asks.
Bad day? I’ll say, McCain says. It’s spread from the liberal media. Now even the driver is giving me a bad time.
Don’t take it sitting down, the intern says. Go back up there and give him a piece of your mind, John. Here, I’ll hold your monkey for you.
Or, wait:
McCain goes in for a check up. Doc, I feel like hell, he says. My campaign is in tatters ever since I chickened out and tried to weasel out of the debate, and then looked like a jerk with Obama. What’s wrong with me?
The doctor looks at McCain for a minute, then says, well, your assessment of your situation is fine, John.
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