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3,500-Year-Old Jokes Have Something to Say About Yo Mama
from the comments
Also, I learned a very important lesson: no beard jokes at web conferences. It’s like prodding at a shibboleth.
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There are some good ones: #makeracistjokesnotracistanymore.
(thanks, Joel)
from someone else’s comments
Two cannibals had killed and were eating a clown,one of the cannibals asked the other,Does this taste FUNNY to you? This has nothing to do with the story,just wanted to tell a cute joke today,
Facebook in the 90s
“Embedding disabled by request.”
Your mother wears combat boots into Japanese apartments, which is impolite.
And other modern insults.
(via @tcarmody)
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Artifice and foam rubber
In fact, so much artifice and foam rubber is often used to create the sexually alluring woman that it’s sometimes difficult to know where the lady ends and the foam rubber begins.
Via dangerous minds by way of Roger Ebert.
The Pope Walks into a Bar
An Australian morning show anchor tells the Dalai Lama the joke about the Dalai Lama walking into a pizza shop.
Update: Romney jokes that a waitress grabbed his butt.
from the comments
By the way, my jokes are from an article in the current Harper’s about the woman who wrote the Totally Tasteless Jokes series. Her pseudonym: Blanche Knott.
Herschel, the Magnificent Jew
Old Jews Telling Jokes, via John Gruber
Laughing with Kafka
It’s not that students don’t “get” Kafka’s humor but that we’ve taught them to see humor as something you get — the same way we’ve taught them that a self is something you just have. No wonder they cannot appreciate the really central Kafka joke — that the horrific struggle to establish a human self results in a self whose humanity is inseparable from that horrific struggle. That our endless and impossible journey toward home is in fact our home.
From a speech given by David Foster Wallace in 1998 at a symposium to celebrate the publication of a translation of The Castle by Schocken Books.
tweet of the day
Amanda, on the lot
A Twitter shapshot:
MJ: @amae “please tell me you are getting around on that bike with the seat in the front. PLEASE tell me that you are on the phone and yelling.”
AM: @maryjeys “SHANNA, PEDAL FASTER!”
My new joke will be
If I see a handsome dark haired woman I will say, Look, it’s Prince.
from the comments
If you’ve seen one group of shops, you’ve seen a mall.
dear clusterflock
Heard a good joke lately?
from the comments (a long time ago)
I read a story long ago — I think it was in Witness or maybe Grand Street — that was about a small town in Germany during the second world war that did its duty and camouflaged a defunct vegetable canning factory. The factory was out at the far edge of town, and the idea was to tempt allied bombers to drop bombs on a worthless target, which would reduce the number of bombs headed for “important” cities. One night a person who lived near the factory was awakened by a muffled crashing sound. At first light everybody went to investigate, and they discovered that a huge log had been dropped directly on the factory. It was roughly carved into the shape of a bomb, and carved into the side of it was the word: BOOM! The people all shook their heads in wonder that anybody would go to the trouble to do such a thing, and one of them said, “Good God, what sort of people are we dealing with here?!” I have thought since reading this that perhaps the only redeeming feature of Americans is the fact that we value a bizarre sense of humor.
The Spaghetti Harvest of 1957
The Browser reminded me of my favorite April Fools’ joke, The Spaghetti Harvest. For some reason embedding has been disabled, but don’t worry Andrew, I’d never take the opportunity to link to something like this.
dear clusterflock
Best April Fools’.
exactly
A.V. Club: Is there such a thing as a joke that’s too dirty?
Sarah Silverman: Nah, not if it’s funny enough.
Amy said
Martha Stewart named her pussy Empress Tang. Maybe the joke’s on us.
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dear clusterflock
Favorite I hardly know her word.
