I like nothing better than a good joke. I told my first joke, inadvertently, when I was barely 4 years old. My mom was pregnant with kid number 6 and we were discussing names for the new baby at the dinner table one evening. Everyone had such good ideas, so I looked around for inspiration. Aha! “I know what we can name the baby! We can name it refrigerator!”
I hold high value in the ability to tell a joke well. Timing is the most important part and second is brevity. Short and sweet.
I was driving home from a trip with my grandson about a year ago when a magic moment happened. We passed by the Budweiser bottling plant!
“Cam, do you know how they make Budweiser?”
“No.”
“They send him to school.”
Yuk yuk yuk.
Oh, here’s another one!
Q: What’s brown and sits on a piano bench?
A: Beethoven’s last movement.
Hehehe!
A quick one:
Q: If you’re an American in the bathroom of an international airport, then what are you?
A: European!
And one for the road:
Q: What do you call a pig with 3 eyes?
A: Piiig
~GG
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