Groaners Unlimited

(From thebayfieldbunch.com)

  • Did you hear about the optometrist who fell into a lens grinder and made a spectacle of himself?

  • There were two ships. One had red paint, one had blue paint. They collided. At last report, the survivors were marooned.

  • The other day I sent my girlfriend a huge pile of snow. I rang her up and asked, “Did you get my drift?”

  • Why is Saudi Arabia free of mental illness? There are nomad people there.

  • When I was in the supermarket I saw a man and a woman wrapped in a barcode. I asked, “Are you two an item?”

  • I went to the butchers the other day and I bet him $50 that he couldn’t reach the meat off the top shelf. He said, ‘no, the steaks are too high.’

  • I fired my masseuse today. She just rubbed me the wrong way

  • Did you hear about the Buddhist who refused his dentist’s Novocain during root canal work? He wanted to transcend dental medication.

  • Show me where Stalin’s buried and I’ll show you a communist plot.

  • A guy walks into a bar with jumper cables. The bartender says, “You can come in, but don’t start anything!”

  • This duck walks into a bar and orders a beer. “Four bucks,” says the bartender. “Put it on my bill.”

  • A dog with his leg wrapped in bandages hobbles into a saloon. He sidles up to the bar and announces: “I’m lookin’ fer the man who shot my paw.”

  • A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm and says: “A beer please, and one for the road.”

  • A horse walks into a bar. The bartender says, “So, why the long face?”

  • Two peanuts walk into a bar. One was a salted.

  • Doctors tell us there are over seven million people who are overweight. These, of course, are only round figures.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.