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Bad Jokes
I have several memories of growing up when my grandparents would travel from California to visit us in Idaho. During these visits I would often be walking or driving down the street with my grandpa when he would pull, from his seemingly infinite repertoire, another "bad joke." These ranged from his just being generally silly to a play on words from street signs and beyond. He would feign sympathy for the local kids, claiming that they must not be too smart... as we were passed a "Slow School Zone." There was also the joke about the blonde who drove hours to get to Disneyland, then immediately before reaching her destination turned around and went home simply because the street sign read "Disneyland Left." The jokes went on and on.And so it was tonight that I incontrovertibly proved that I am indeed my grandfather's grandson for, while traveling through Connecticut after a weekend spent in Boston, I saw a sign that said "Depressed Drainage Grates" and rather than thinking that I should be careful not to drive on the shoulder for risk of the resulting harsh bumps waking my sleeping wife or causing damage to my car, instead my very first thought was... "Maybe they just need a hug."
Unfortunately for Erin, her nap only provided a temporary delay in hearing just the latest in my seemingly infinite repertoire of "bad jokes."
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posted by Brett at
10:11 PM
5 Comments:
lol... I'm the same way! My mom started it.
One of the first "bad jokes" I ever told my friend was when I was spending the night and we were going to bed - she had a poster of some guy, I can't remember who, maybe one of the NKOTB (yeah, yeah... but they were THE band back then)... anyhow, whoever it was, the poster was up on the ceiling over her bed and it was starting to come down, one of the corners had come undone. So I told her that he was "falling for her". hehehe... I'm such a dork!
Unfortunately, it is genetic. Your Uncle Paul has inherited this "curse" or "talent" (you pick). Our kids (that would be your cousins incase I've lost you)call them "Dad Jokes" instead of bad jokes. Of course, now, they ALL tell them! It's a family curse I tell you. You will probably pass it on to your innocent little one, too. love, from your favorite aunt jenny
Haha, I love jokes like that! My husband does the exact same thing. I always laugh and he thinks I'm just being nice... but I'm not! I really do think it's funny :)
Okay, off the subject, but I just posted a blog that I think you would appreciate :)
Oh the fond memories! You send grandpa and grandma an e-mail and tell them to check out your blog - I bet it would make them smile!
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