I want to break the all-time record for the most comments on a WordPress blog post.
*** PLEASE COMMENT ON THIS POST ***
Okay, some of you will see this as a shallow attempt on my part to bump up my stats.
And I’m not saying you are wrong.
But here’s the thing… oh, thing, I missed you, where have you been?
I have always said that I have the best commenters on WordPress. I have two posts that have over 1,000 comments on them… True, half of those are my return answers to comments, because I always answer my comments, but still… And I will even go so far as to admit that my comment sections… OUR comment sections… are sometimes the funniest part of my posts. Are you happy now?
But this all has me wondering what the record for number of comments on one post actually is. I want to see if we can break it. Just for the fun of it. We will all be part of a social media experiment. We will all go down in the history books as record breakers. We can amaze and astound the WordPress overlords and maybe have them take notice of us.
And it will be fun.
Oh, and I am a little disappointed that only one person even commented on that cute picture of me as a baby in the last post I did, so here is your chance to make it up to me…
Pouring My Art Out 
Argh….matey . T’was a fun piece of work ye blog was. Lucy
That is getting into the spirit
I woke up in a Soho doorway… and me pirate hat was missing…
We be looting and plundering on the highway to hell, and pillaging on the stairway to heaven, but it has been a lot of toil and trouble…
We be sailing the high seas in a yellow submarine…
too be or not to be walking the plank, that is the question…
arrrrggghhhh… she be a day tripper, forsooth…
is it procrastinating if you are having fun leaving a message on a blog which is going for a record when you have work to do?
Not to me it isn’t… HA!
🙂
wheee
My, my, how you’ve grown!
I’m a big boy now…
Oh herro, here I am, commenting…and stuff….
I like comments… and stuff… thanks…
I mean what do you call liCe on a bald mans head? Homeless
That is funnier than the other way… HA!
Yes
indeed
What do you call life on a bald mans head? Homeless!
ouch
Lol
sigh
You only need 83 more comments . Didn’t I tell you? It was all those posts you put up. Do another one real quick and you may hit 25000 tonight. Lucy
wait… that doesn’t sound right… we were a thousand away.
check your counter I last saw it as 24,027
uh… I think that would be 24,100
That was fast. I was just there. Wow. The counter’s right? who set up that counter for you?
ummm… the overlords?
There’s something not right about that counter. When you were communing with nature in Arizona, the thing barely moved.
I have lots of slow days on that post.
You weren’t to be found, Pilgrim. That’s okay. Soon you’ll hit 25K.
I may need to go back this weekend.
Do what you have to do, Sensai
I try to
Cool. I copied one of your zombie pictures to add and maybe feature in my post. I plan to refer to it as Zombie Art. Thanks. Lucy
thank you
Crap….last time I spread some humor it took two weeks of antibiotics to get the umm…laughter under control! Bleh!
We pride ourselves on being a safe and germ-free environment for humor spreading… maybe…
only a measley 122 comments to go till 24,000! God I could do that in my sleep!
don’t be jealous of my stellar math skills. I thought I had that right, but my desk calculator says I am wrong. Apparently I stink at math. 22 comments.
HA
Right 11. Eleven comments to go. heck I can’t even get a good conversation going with myself in 11– 10 TEN ten comments to go.
Oh sure you can! piece of cake!
No, I don’t want cake. How about ice cream?
sure
no, It is so cold today, maybe pie. That sounds good Piece of pie! mmmmmm pie…
(insert spam comment above the ice cream one)
Is there a prize for the 23,000th comment?
uh… maybe
If there is, it belongs to me. It is mine. I have comment 23,000. or comment 11,500 if we don’t count Arts contributions.
Ha
don’t worry, I used the calculator for that one, it is correct.
better safe than sorry
spam cream
yeah, pie
mmmm… cake
countdown to launch
Nine. Nine comments HA HA HA! I just thought of who I was imitating in my head with that last one that went to spam! The count from Sesame Street HA HA HA Eight!!(cue thunder clap) Eight comments to go! HAHAHA!
Oh I crack me up!
I think I am gonna break wordpress. It seems to be having a hard time keeping up with me. Maybe they will notice you then Art? maybe they just need us to break them?
like a bad horse
me too
what what
unless we count all my comments that went to spam. like the last one discussing my stellar math skills. less than 25 comments to go.
I saved all the spam ones…
We can hit 25,000 this weekend, maybe… I have some ideas…
I think you should
Hey, photoshop yourself as a really gross zombie and I’ll use it in my next zombie post.
I have done that already…
Well, make one for me for my zombie post, please. Lucy
just use the search button for the word ‘zombie’
okay
I think you can just click on the image and copy them… but you might find a lot of zombie pictures
I can find them easily on the web. I just want a zombie picture of you.
I have then in old posts… use the search thing on my blog… I also have other famous people as zombies
3. THREE Replys gone. After this I am guessing it will be 4. but I will try a shorter joke this time. Why was the blonde staring at her orange juice?
spam…
The carton said concentrate.
HA!
haha did I say OJ? how bout some OJ jokes… no I think they are funny but they might only be to me…
knock yourself out
you realize I meant Simpson. not the juice….
I do…
you know why he couldn’t play baseball in prison?
He kept dropping his glove.
HA!
no
you know why he was so popular at thanksgiving?
he was the only guy in prison who knew how to carve white meat.
oh man
no
you know he isn’t guilty right? his son Jason did it. He wanted to borrow the bronco and when he asked OJ the response was “Its ok wit me but you gottsa ax Nicole”
dude…
I told you they were questionable….
I have no questions
ok, that’s 2 comments gone. I hit post and *poof* they are gone.
spam
a brunette is jumping on the railroad tracks clapping her hands and singing 22 22 22 22..
a blonde comes by and asks what she is doing. The brunette says try it it’s fun. So the blonde gets on the tracks and starts jumping and clapping and singing 22 22 22 22…
sorry… you got spammed…
Suddenly from out of nowhere the 4:54 express shoots by just after the brunette jumps off the tracks. SPLAT! when the train is gone so is the blonde. The brunette takes her spot on the tracks again “23 23 23 23”
that is a hate crime against blondes…
it’s ok, I am blonde. or at least I used to be before I got old
My kids are blonde… and two of the smartest people I ever met…
Blondes are beautiful, and have more fun. Do they also have light colored eyes? Both mine have blue eyes. My boy’s eyes are so blue sometimes it amazes me. I love blonde hair and blue eyes. Long blonde hair will stop me in my tracks.
They have blueish eyes… they change color
beautiful! my girls do too. I guess mine too. sometimes green, sometimes grey, sometimes blue, but light colored
yup…
hey! the second part of the joke went away!! disappeared! Poof. Not from me, but the post made it go away. Is this the spam you keep mentioning??
spam
that’s a little disconcerting…
It happens to us all sooner or later
I think I know this one
Knock knock
Who’s there?
Banana
Knock knock
Who’s there?
Banana
Knock knock
Who’s there?
Banana
Knock knock
Who’s there?
Orange
Orange who?
Orange you glad I didn’t say banana again?
HEY! I was gonna use that one, only I would have used many more replies to tell it!
he gets lazy
I was thinking about it…
sure you were
old school
haha! and here was I thinking it was novel because my kids told me!!!! 😀
recycled…
knock knock.
whos there?
interrupting cow
interrupt..
MOOOOOOO!
Ask me what the most important part of comedy is! (this is gonna be tricky typing)
you: “What’s the mo..”
me: “TIMING!”
we are on a theme now
brilliant Julie!. i shall be using this, plus giving credit where it is due. 😀
we can all spread the humor
I love that one… a classic
Knock knock
who’s there?
where?
sigh
hee hee
what a cute giggle you have!
she does, doesn’t she?
Aww how sweet. 😉
sigh
Why do women need men?
?
?
?
?
?
?
Because vibrators can’t mow the lawn!
(ok, I’m a little sorry about that one)
I think the new ones can…
That’s a good one!
it is
It’s true
And you aren’t spammy all day today.
I think I might be. 4 comments gone Art. and I was tellin jokes…
they got spammed… sometimes it happens if you do too many comments at once.
What’s the difference between a meat thermometer and a rectal thermometer?
?
?
?
?
…The taste!!
(and I am not sorry…well, I am sorry, a sorry excuse for a man, just not sorry about that joke…)
That was freekin’ awesome… that one may be on top of the list…
Whoa!
yeah whoa
BLEH!! I think I threw up a little….
ha
then you will love this one:
what is easier to unload…
a truck full of bowling balls or a truck full of dead babies?
dead babies… you can’t use a pitchfork on bowling balls.
(sorry)
yeah but wouldn’t bowling balls pretty much unload themselves?? HA! gotcha!
sigh
come on. you know I am correct. Much easier than dead babies.
much faster too.
no
It isn’t a dump truck…
come on Art. Dead babies will just lay there (lie?) like a pile of wet socks! Bowling balls will just roll out. In fact, I think it would be hard to make a truck load of bowling balls without standing the truck on end and loading it from the top…
It doesn’t have a tail gate and it isn’t a dump truck, you have to get in there and throw stuff over the sides of the truck bed.
My grandmother’s favorite joke was one simple line:
It was a quiet and windless day in the valley, not a leaf stirred, not a dog stirred.
(I think she liked it because she could say ‘dog’s turd in front of us kids)
A Frenchman was arrested for making love to a dead woman.
He had an excuse.
“I didn’t know she was dead,” he explained, “I just thought she was English.”
(sorry about that one too)
The girl from the trailer park decided to go into the family business… prostitution.
After her first night on the job she came home and showed her mother the money she had earned. $40.25
Her mother looked at the quarter and asked her daughter who had paid her the 25 cent piece.
“Why, all of them, momma,” the girl proudly proclaimed.
hahahahahahaha
yay
How to catch a polar bear:
Cut a large, round hole in the ice.
Surround it with frozen peas.
When the bear stops to take a pea, you kick him in the ice hole…
👀
ha
You love my eyes
I do
then he turns around and EATS YOU! I will remember this one! I got a Christmas card for the boss that had a polar bear on the front with a stocking hat on. It said something about loving the season and all of Santa’s elves
then on the inside it said “they taste like chicken”. I thought it quite funny. Do you know it offended one of my co workers?
why?
He thought it was racist. How’s that for a stretch?
wait… what?
Right? and he has been spewing racist comments at me ever since. “Oh tastes like chicken! At least it don’t taste like cracker” was the first comment made when he saw the card.
we can’t all be smart
clearly. We can’t all be hostile either but he sure has that covered around here these days. We don’t speak anymore. I am almost afraid to be around him.
you are losing me
he has been making racial comments and has succeeded in making a hostile work environment. He will spend 10 minutes at the lunch table talking about how “I love me some chicken. black folk loooove chicken” of course. because chicken is delicious you jerk.
who are we talking about???
and the bears… I know a great bear joke, but it is long… and nasty
oh! do tell!
it is so long
so?
I have enough typing to do today
alright so call me. 555-….oh maybe i shouldn’t print my phone number here…
sigh
This is too wild. Adding my comment to the pile.
Yay.
Two guys were walking down the street, and they saw a large, male dog licking his nuts…
The first guy says: “Man, I wish I could do that.”
His friend said, “Maybe you should take him out to dinner first.”
His girlfriend: “you would never leave the house”
Why would he need a girlfriend??? HA!
exactly. maybe it was his friend’s girlfriend that said it. I can’t remember it was so long ago. I just know someone said it.
Wait… I thought we were talking about the guy in the joke about the dog???
we are. haha. are you awake yet? have your coffee (or do you prefer tea. You probably prefer tea. How do I know that? because I don’t drink coffee either)
I drink coffee but I love tea
The doctor told me I had 10 to live…
I said, “Ten what, weeks, months, years?”
The doctor said, “Nine.”
What is the last thing that passes through a bug’s mind when it hits the windshield of a car on the freeway?
His asshole…
(sorry about that one too)
Why did the Scotts invent the kilt?
Because a Scottish sheep can hear a zipper being pulled down from a mile away…
(sorry about that one)
ewww.
ha
What did Buddha say to the hot dog vendor?
Make me one… with everything…
You finally met Mr. Right… You didn’t know his first name was Always…
I know a guy who married a trophy wife… it wasn’t a first place trophy…
Joke time!
What did Sushi A say to Sushi B?
…
…
…
Wassabi!
HA!
Which category was that entered into? Best or Worst?
both
Sweet!
might as well…
Thought, that doesn’t bode well for it winning either end of the contest.
maybe
Bonus points for the international flavor…
I saw that joke on the drink napkin at a local fish place here in Calabasas…
that explains the smell…
No… the smell is from you.
ouch
You do live in San Diego… there are certain beaches down there that have a big smell factor to them.
the ones near the Mexican border where the raw sewage flows?
Ew. Yeah, those and OB. 😛
ouch
Sorry, if you are a fan. I just never liked OB that much. Mission Beach… now that’s a beach!
That is where my grandmother lived… we used to come visit her for a month every summer.
OB or Mission?
Mission.. I still manage her old apartments
Awesome! Mission Beach is the only part of San Diego I miss.
It is the most Berkeley part
What does that mean?
It reminds me of Berkeley a little
I guess I haven’t spent enough time in Berkeley to know.
But, cool. Why not.
trust me
Trust you, okay. Trust the crack squirrels? Not so much.
wise words
I’m a wise man.
If you claim to be a wise man, it surely means that you don’t know…
OoO, nice song reference.
I was actually going a different direction.
… I bring the myrrh.
If I have gold I can by my own myrrh… or not
I thought bringing gold, but… too many questionable characters about. I wouldn’t want it taken from me before I could gift it.
nobody steals myrrh anymore
exactly
it’s a safe bet
we can corner the myrrh market
That’s the plan. Millionaires by lunch.
Of course, we’ll lose it all this afternoon when the gold market takes over again… But that’s just the way these things go.
we can fall back on frankincense
Smells like consistency.
ewwww
do riddles count or will that be a subject for later?
I always count riddles.
Me too
how many you up to? see riddles below…
5 riddles?
I didn’t count the jokes…
I usually have an official kingdom counter do the work, but he took the day off
because he bailed on you and became a minion.
That seems unlikely. But, maybe.
I seen him trying on a jumpsuit
Hey, I’m a minion and I haven’t been given a jumpsuit yet. What’s with that?
There is a whole supply room full of them… how come nobody reads the bulletin board?
I was too busy trying to find the star cruiser to help myself to some booze.
That stuff is long gone
What?! Where was I?
who knows
Don’t you have a minion to track the whereabouts of all your other minions?
maybe…
You can tell me. I won’t tell anyone else.
we have no secrets
Setec Astronomy
okay… one secret
good thinking
don’t tell anybody… not even me
Only the Sneakers know the truth of it
uh…
Sorry, it was their secret to uncover in the first place.
I guess
I know.
do you?
Yes.
ok
I wish I had an official something. I mean besides my minion title.
It helps to have your own kingdom – then you can have all kinds of official people.
all the good ones are taken
awwwww
I don’t literally count them
Riddles totally count, Julie.
I said that
HI TRENT!!! Riddles count? They aren’t really jokes you know, except for the part about them making you laugh.(or groan) I guess they have that in common.
I like the good ones
riddles would be fun
ok then. What is a four letter word ending in k that means the same as intercourse??
TALK. get your mind outta the gutter! no one said anything about sex.
that is a clever one
?
what does a cow have 4 of but a woman has only 2 of??
LEGS!! sheesh you guys!
dang it
?
What is it on a man that is round and hard and sticks so far out of his pajamas you could hang a hat on it?
His Head of course!
HA!
?
Are you a turtle?
you bet your sweet ass I am! HAHAHAHA!!
lemme know if you need that explained….
it does
There is an official turtle club. I am a member. Have been since the middle 70’s I believe. those are 3 of the 4 riddles you have to answer to become a turtle. You must also answer “you bet your sweet ass I am” if anyone ever asks you if you are a turtle. There is an assumption every turtle owns a jackass, hence the response. If you give the correct answer you owe a drink of choice. Its a real thing. I am not sure where my card is anymore but I was a card carrying member! Check it out….http://turtleville.tripod.com/
uh… alrightythen
I don’t get it
Oh I am surprised! I came up with something my other half doesn’t know about??
You must be the smart half
maybe
oh I got the 4th one! what does a man do standing up, a woman sitting down and a dog on three legs?
shake hands
sweet
you got me
what does a dog do that a man steps into?
PANTS!! hahahahahahaha!
love it
what
what is a 4 letter word that starts with F and ends with K and if you can’t get it you can just use your hands?
Fork.
ha…
fork
oh good! you got one!
I have actually heard most of these…
What is the word that is four letters long, ends in u-n-t that is used to discribe a woman?
AUNT! AUNT AUNT AUNT!!!!!
wow
what
here’s one my kids thought hysterical when they were young… “What are you eating under there?” when you asked “under where?” they would crack up and say “ewwww! underware! gross!” all the while laughing at their own cleaverness…
I think we all did that joke.
How will I find the other jokes? You will have to do something with the top ones. You know, to make them easy to find. I haven’t even been here for a couple days It will take some time for me to catch up….
I am going to add some, but I don’t know how people will see them.
Did you notice a duck theme with my jokes? It wasn’t intentional.
but they did “quack” me up! hah!
sigh
I did…
I didn’t until after I went back to work and keep thinking about it. That was when I came up the the part about being “quacked up”….
ah
A guy walks into a bar and says he doesn’t have any money but if he could show the bartender something she’d never seen before could he get a free drink?
Bartender says “I dunno, I been at this job for quite a few years, I think I’ve seen it all”
The guy pulls a little 10″ man out of his coat along with a little grand piano and the little man starts to play to perfection. Everything. You name it. He was taking requests from all over the bar and just played that piano with such heart!
The bartender says “wow! You’re right! That is something! You can drink here all night if you’d like! but where did you get him?”
The guy produces a genie’s lamp. Of course the bartender wants to try and he lets her. She rubs the lamp and the genie appears to grant one wish. She wishes for a million bucks.
Suddenly the bar is teaming with ducks! Flying, quacking, feathers! EVERYWHERE!
Hey! I asked for a million bucks! Not ducks!
oh… bring it back around
The man replies, “do you really think I asked for a 10″ pianist?”
ok, that still works…
Badump bump
awesome… I was going to type that up today…
ok
I do not remember this part
tell it, sister
I know this joke… I love this joke…
DARN! I thought I might have gotten you to chuckle!
I was
yes
go on
Excellent one.
We are on a roll.
Just popping in to say hey. 😀
Yay… we are still ambling along… thanks.
Thank you for supporting my friend Merry, you gorgeous, gorgeous man!
Blessing to you and your family.
awww… shucks… twern’t nothin’…
Marriage is 3 ring circus. Engagement ring, wedding ring and suffer-ring
Good one… and don’t forget the ring in your husband’s nose that you lead him around by…
Hey now. Someone’s jumping to unfair conclusions here
Okay… maybe not you… but some people…
Augh
rrrrgh
Why do ducks have webbed feet?
To stamp out forest fires!
Why do elephants have flat feet?
To stamp out burning ducks! MMMBBBFFFFHHHAHAAHAAAHAHA!
Those are on the top ten list for sure… or is that all one joke?
I think it is two jokes, and I don’t even know how I remembered them they are so old. I think they were in a “100 elephant jokes” paperback book I had in the early 70’s
I remember that book.
I am not surprised, since we are the same person.
you are so deliciously weird
Thanks, you make me blush…
oh my
I am afraid to ask now…
I don’t even know why that is so funny… but it is…
I know right? I think it is because it is just so unlikely. and funny.
Sometimes that is all it takes.
Why… and hey… I thought you were mad at me…
How in the world could I get mad at you?? XOXO !
I liked how you stood up to that guy… I just had plans to edit all his comments and make him look like an idiot, but I was out of town with no computer.
I am sorry he got under my skin. I just couldn’t take it anymore. that and beer…..
and he made himself look like an idiot without any help. But maybe that was his plan? to add comments?
I think he was just sort of a pompous immature git…
You told him who was boss… but I don’t think he is the kind of person to learn from the encounter. I was worried that he would start sending you hate mail of just deluge my blog with obnoxious comments.
I didn’t give him my address, and anything that shows up from someone I don’t recognise just gets deleted without opening. I think he may have had some split personality thing going on, everything is going along fine and he is actually adding to the conversation, then mr hyde pops up and we go down the rabbit hole to spew nonsense and swear words. If I didn’t say it before How Sophmoric! (doesn’t that make me sound smart?)
Yes… you sound smart… but I know better… HA!
I don’t know what was up with that guy. He seemed smart enough when he wasn’t being rude. And he was so paranoid about perceived insults that weren’t.
Sesquipadillion. I am not sure I spelled it right but I love that word! You know what it means? It’s a big word for people who like to use big words! Hah!
sigh
“I don’t know any jokes.”
That’s life.
“What’s life?”
Oh, it’s a magazine.
“How much does it cost?”
$1.00
“I only have 50 cents.”
That’s life.
“What’s life?”
sweet…
I was hoping for worst joke.
that was right in the middle…
Dang. I’ll have to try again.
Bring your A game… or your F game…
23,000 comments? Art, that’s some going, especially if half are your replies. I have just one query – how do you manage it? Do you not sleep or something?
I have a head full of crack squirrels…
Ouch. We just get them on the bird feeders around here.
Those might be mine… some of them escape now and then…
So that explains the problems that Alice of aliceatwonderland has with her squirrel!!
It might
Maybe you should lend her some more to make Sad Pony go away.
Then I wouldn’t get anything done.
is the chocolate in your faith and hope dark, milk, white, or bittersweet?
It depends on the day! It has been known to be a liqueur chocolate… 🙂
How utterly coincidental– I was going to ask that next, but I myself am a teetotaler, so I left it out.
And that’s a very good answer! It would indeed depend on the day, and circumstances, wouldn’t it.
Today has been a good day, so it’s chocolate biscuits and a mug of hot chocolate.
That sounds delightful.
What we call biscuits here is more of a savory scone, but I had the opportunity to try a choccy-covered digestive biscuit the other day. It was quite nice, not quite so strongly sweet or heavy as what we call cookies here.
My wife adores hot chocolate, and she had some with the loaded brownies she made last night.
These ones are the bourbon choccie ones (like custard creams but chocolate instead of vanilla). The Religious Order I’m in seems to run on digestive or rich tea biscuits. And you’re right, they’re completely different animals to cookies. I reckon it’s all part of being British. We want something to dunk in our tea that won’t disintegrate too quickly!
Too right, that. When dipping or dunking anything, it’s best to have something that won’t fall apart into a soggy mess.
Unless you’re eating soup and have a spoon. Or are in the house by yourself, when table manners don’t matter!!
Aye, right you are again. But even for soup, I would that the crackers don’t go soggy too fast.
It’s the fine balance of mixing flavour and texture, isn’t it? Although I’ve always wanted to make a mug of tea and the drop digestives into it to make a mug of mush. But then I am a little odd at times…
Sounds good to me. We all need a little oddness in our lives.
I need a lot…
Some cultures pay more attention to the texture of food than others so.
don’t put them all in at once,…
This is the first conversation about this topic on this post…
You mean in 23000 comments, no-one previously mentioned chocolate? Such poor people to not think of it. Or are you meaning the crack squirrels?
I am sure it came up, just not in such depth
That’s what they all say…
I never say what they all say…
No point if everyone else is saying it, really…
that’s what I s… ooohhh… nice try…
Americans don’t care!!!
It depends on the American, Art. I care.
I was generalizing…
But I don’t want to be a general… I’d be much happier as a Major Idiot.
I am just a private… idiot…
An Idiot-In-Private?
Probably better than an Idiot-At-Law
or in-law… ha!
ah-ha!
oh yeah
Once again, Kool-Aid Man says: OH YEAH!
you got me again
non-disintegrative digestive biscuits…
so much chocolate… so little time
Indeed!
It goes in so many things
yum
Life is like a box of chocolates…
You really don’t know what you’re going to get, eh?
But then I always wondered about those cheat sheets on the underside of the lids of those Whitman and Russel’s chocolates…
I just don’t use them.
oh my…
all of the above…
Then you have something in common, Art.
Myself, though, I’m not much for white chocolate. Would that make me self-racist? Hmmm… but I still like milk…
And are you a racist if you like another race more than your own? I always wondered about that?
Is this thread still open? When does it all end? Will it?
It will always be here…
Like Cher.
Like air
Ha! I thought you were going to say like cockroaches.
too obvious
I was actually going to say Dick Cheney… which would have been the same as cockroaches…
Like the song that never ends! It just goes on and on my friends, some people started singing it not knowing what it was, but they’ll continue singing it forever just because it is the song that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends…
good to have you back.
Thank you. I missed you too.
yay
Make it stop.
Do you know the song? You can’t stop it, it never ends. and yes I wandered around with it in my head for a while afterwards also…
Just sing: It’s a Small World… that gets rid of any song.
Too late…
And in the sage words of Charles Bukowski, “There’s nothing worse than too late.”
nothing?
Okay here goes nothing:
Art and Trent end up dying and going to Hell at the exact same time. Charles Manson is at the Gates of Hell, and states all of the rules. After he did that, and Art and Trent agreed to them, the gates began to open. However, half way upon entering, Charles stopped the both of them.
“Oh, and whatever you do, don’t step on any of the ducks. Seriously, Hitler is a fanatic, and bad things happen to those who step on the ducks.” The two men shrugged their shoulders, shaking it off.
Well, as they were walking along, and all of a sudden Art stepped on a duck. All of a sudden, he was chained to a gorgeous woman, but it was not his wife so his heart was forever broken. That was to be his fate. Trent meanwhile, laughs at him. “Haha you old fart, I haven’t stepped on a duck yet, and you’re stuck with her!’ All of a sudden, a drop dead gorgeous woman, one that any man would die to have was chained to him. “What, is this my reward for not stepping on a duck? YES!’
All of a sudden the woman bursts out into tears
“I didn’t mean to step on that damned duck, please don’t leave me chained to him, I’ll do ANYTHING!’
Art’s broken heart was healed by the laughter of his previous head minion, being called hideous.
The end 🙂
I do love a good joke about going to hell… and I bet I knew it was hell as soon as I saw Trent there… HA!
We are gonna burn, baby, burn.
With some interesting new friends…
I hope they brought the sunscreen.
asbestos underwear…
Hey! Okay, I laughed…
Yay!!! I feel awesome
you should
But you could have switched me for Art…
But..that wouldn’t be as funny
yeah
People do it all the time…
Holy identify crisis.
ha
Me too
You would.
yup