Summer session's almost over!

[conuly]

Time to celebrate... with bad jokes!

Post your worst jokes here. Bad puns, questionable taste, terrible punchlines... it's a bad joke day.

I'll start.

Dracula is walking down the street, when he gets attacked by a falling pile of sandwich meats, bread, and fruit. Finally, he's impaled on a toothpick. Before he dies, he screams

"OH NO! It's buffet, the vampire slayer!"

See what I mean? Really bad jokes.

I can do better worse.

Do you know why it's called Staten Island?
Because when Henry Hudson was sailing, and he saw it, he said

"Is dat an island?"

Okay. I'm done. For now.

Comments

[conuly]

*wince*

I've got a blonde joke... but it's one of questionable taste (though perfectly acceptable in this setting of bad jokes).

(sans punchline)

[neurotica0.livejournal.com]

Is it this one?

What do you call a blonde with a dollar bill on her head?

Re: (sans punchline)

[conuly]

No, but tell me anyway.

Re: (sans punchline)

[neurotica0.livejournal.com]

(oh, but it's so bad. And wrong. *sigh*)


All you can eat for under a buck.


I admit, with a bit of sadness, that I know a lot of blonde jokes, though I find their whole premise ridiculous. (I even wrote a paper in Anthropology about it.)

Re: (sans punchline)

[conuly]

NOt as bad as the one I'm thinking of.

Why was the blonde's belly button bruised?


Because blond guys are dumb too.

Re: (sans punchline)

[neurotica0.livejournal.com]

Oh, that one. If you had not told me, my next g guess would have been:

How do you know a blonde's having a bad day?



There's a tampon behind her ear and she can't find her pencil.

Bah! I can't believe I'm going to post this reply.