Thursday, October 26, 2006

With Halloween coming...

and in honor of this nasty cold-throat-sinus thing that's been plaguing me for almost two weeks... here's a totally lame joke I got in an e-mail this afternoon. Truth be told... it made me laugh. Just a little.

***

A man was walking home alone late one foggy night, when behind him he heard:

BUMP...
BUMP...
BUMP...

Walking faster, he looked back and through the fog he made out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him:

BUMP..
BUMP...
BUMP...

Terrified, the man began to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him:

FASTER...
FASTER...

BUMP...
BUMP...
BUMP...

He ran up to his door, fumbled with his keys, opened the door, rushed in, slammed and locked the door behind him.

However, the casket crashed through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping:

Clappity-BUMP...
Clappity-BUMP...
Clappity-BUMP...

On his heels, the terrified man ran.

Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, the man locked himself in. His heart was pounding; his head was reeling; his breath was coming in sobbing gasps.

With a loud CRASH the casket broke down the door, bumping and clapping toward him.

The man screamed and reached for something, anything, but all he could find is a bottle of cough syrup!

Desperate, he threw the cough syrup at the casket... and...

.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.

The coffin stopped.

5 comments:

Luke said...

Ouch. That joke caused me physical pain.

Nonetheless, I hope you're feeling better.

Your brother said...

Hahaha I liked the joke.
Nevertheless, I hope you're feeling worse.


Just kidding! <3<3

Steve said...

First and foremost - your brother is hilarious.

Second and second most - here is my cough syrup joke:

John was a clerk in a small chemist shop but he was not much of a salesman. He could never find the item the customer wanted. Peter, the owner, had had about enough and warned John that the next sale he missed would be his last.

Just then a man came in coughing and he asked John for their best cough syrup. Try as he might, John could not find the cough syrup. Remembering Peter's warning he sold the man a box of laxative pills and told him to take them all at once. The customer did as John said and then walked outside and leaned against a lamp post.

Peter had seen the whole thing and came over to ask John what had happened.

"He wanted something for his cough but I couldn't find the cough syrup. So I substituted laxatives and told him to take them all at once," John said.

"Laxatives won't cure a cough," Peter shouted angrily.

"Sure they will," John said, pointing at the man leaning on the lamp post. "Look at him! He's too afraid to cough..."

Becky said...

Luke - Thank you. I'm feeling much better now.

Tim - You're gonna get punched in the face next time I see you.

Steve - LOL

Frema said...

Oh. My. God. Becky.

Happy Halloween!