They just "happen" to be in the same place at the same time, most of the time. Like on the bed, or by the front window. Mere chance. Really.
There is an old joke, scrawl on the wall of the men's room bar. "I fucked your mother!" and beneath it in a different hand "Go home dad, you're drunk." There is a bit of concrete sidewalk in our block with the first sentence, I so want to add the second one.
What is white, has raisins and is very dangerous? Shark infested rice pudding. A joke out of one of the many, many joke books I read when I was in grade school. What is yellow and goes "slam, slam, slam, slam"? A four door banana.
I have always loved jokes, I remember them in strings, as other people tell theirs. I'm not the best at them, but I can often find one apropos. They lurk in my brain, buried in their masses, from my early diet of every joke I could find. I don't need new ones anymore, I have quite the stash of old ones. D knows if I'm upset, especially if I'm crying and can't stop, to trot out any joke that comes to hand. Sympathy sinks me, and further annoys me, but any attempt at levity is a lifesaver, and I grab it with both hands and hold on tight.
He tells one, and for some reason I only remember the punchline, never the set up. Still works.
Artie chokes three for a dollar.
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loved the jokes! especially the raisin one, since i hate raisins.
agree - sympathy will sink you into deeper sadness still; levity lifts!
I was told that you don't have Christmas crackers in USA. Those are perfect cracker jokes --well, perhaps not the first one!
I have the same/similar little throw as in your photos. I've never seen it elsewhere before. Mine covers the TV, though it's a little worse for wear.
pc,
I also hated raisins most of my life, although I learned to accept white raisins in small amounts.
valonia,
We got some Christmas crackers at the British import shop a while back. The throw was a yardsale find, who knows where it came from originally. The world is huge, humankind rather small and tucked in together.
Impending age means the recall for jokes deteriorates somewhat, like you, I find they can be triggered but I can't so easily call them up cold.
The upside though, especially if you tend to hang out with older folks as I do, is you can recycle the ones you do remember, often several times, since the recipients will have little or no memory of them.
At this moment I can recall none whatsoever, at least no repeatable ones, but if I think of any later I'll come back.
Lucy,
Feel free to leave an unrepeatable one. Since you're among friends.
I worked with a man with Alzheimer's that was pretty far along, but he could still tell reams of jokes.
I think that, like song lyrics, jokes are wired into a different recall-part of the brain than other words.
Fresca,
I think you are exactly right, jokes get filed in a completely different bin. Along with music and dance steps, smells and textures, perhaps.
I've never been good at remembering them to tell them, but usually I can think of something that is reactively funny in a non-sequitur sort of way.
My Grandpapa Willi told the best jokes ... and with an ale in my hand, I can tell you one ... but writing one has never been my forte. Alas ...
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