“Why did the chicken cross the road?” “To get to the other side!”
“Knock… Knock…” “Who’s there?” “Orange.” “Orange who?” “Orange you glad I didn’t say banana?”
“Your dad is so skinny, if he turned sideways and stuck out his tongue, he’d look like a zipper!”
“Your momma is so fat, if she sat on a quarter, it would give back change!”
“If your brains were gasoline, you wouldn’t have enough to drive an ant on a motorcycle half way around a b.b.”
Some jokes are funny. Some are stupid. Some are mean. Some are clever.
When I saw this turkey crossing the road at Kingdom Come State Park yesterday, I couldn’t help remembering the, “Why did the chicken cross the road?” jokes from my childhood.
I prefer to stay away from the mean jokes. If it has to be mean to get a laugh, it didn’t take a lot of intelligence to think it up, in my opinion.
Joke telling used to be an art form for all kids. “Hey! Did you hear the one about…?”
I don’t know when people stopped telling jokes as a form of daily entertainment. I haven’t heard a joke in ages.
I think God wants us to be able to laugh at the absurdities of life and even to laugh at ourselves.
The Bible says in Proverbs 17:12, “A merry heart doeth good like a medicine, but a broken spirit drieth the bones.”
Job 8:21 – “Fill the mouth with laughing and the lips with rejoicing.”