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Knock knock. Who's there? Dune {very slight pause} OH! Dune OH who? Of course I know it's Voldemort! Run for your lives! Knock knock. Who's there? Jester Tickle Meat. Jester Tickle Meat who? OK, but you did ask for it {then you tickle them} A brunette and a blonde meet in the park, and, after a while, start exchanging stories of their childhood. The brunette told a story, "I remember one Christmas when I was actually pretty small I got to try my first champaign. My little brother didn't like it, but I did, so I waited until my mum had gone to the bathroom to ask my dad if I could have his - I knew my mum would say no, but my dad might not. Anyway, I got to drink my brother's too, but my mum was really cross with my dad when she came back. Not long afterwards, I started feeling a bit dizzy and silly, and I was pretty sure that, for the first time ever, I had got drunk." Rather than smiling and telling another story, the blonde was still watching the brunette, wide-eyed. Afer a puzzled moment, the blonde exclaimed, "Well, go on, finish the story!" "But I just did," replied the brunette. "No you didn't. You forgot to say who drank you, how and why they did it, and, most importantly, how you survived!" NOTE: The story the brunette told is true, because it happened to me. This joke was inspired by my little brother who asked me "who drank you" when I told him the story while we were sitting on the see-saw we had in front of our old house, except he was joking. It was a couple of years later and he had forgotten. | ||||
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