Special thanks to Clyde Herrin for providing today’s opening line. Clyde has been a long time reader of this blog, and I greatly appreciate his support, and the interesting comments he leaves! He really set the bar for today’s story!
Three dyslexics walked into a bra. I mean six diesels walked into a tree. Er, three sickos had sex on a bar, or… Darn it! No, that’s not it at all! Let me start again. Three trees slicked into a barn, er, um, um, no no, tree dialectics talked about stars.
Nope, nope. I’ve got this. Ok? Here we go: three diesel mechanics worked on a car.
That’s it! I knew I would get it!
Oh, you don’t like my jokes? Tough. Why don’t you try telling one immediately after walking into a bar?
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Yes, the way I heard it a guy walks into a bar and says, “OUCH!”
And you can’t really blame him either.
This is brilliant. But it’s the stories I tell after walking OUT of a bar that embarrass me.
That must be really big piece of candy.
Something worth chewing over.
Still rolling laughing.
Thank you!
I’ll have whatever they’re drinking!
Straight moonshine!
A horse walks into a bar.
Barkeeper: Why that long face?
Now wait, nope, I’ve got this. Ok?
Sarah Jessica Parker walks into a bar …
Lolz.
was one of the mechanics Vin?
Of course. Do you have his number?