It seems like I spent most of my free time yesterday laughing at completely inappropriate and tragic events. Not so much because I enjoy the suffering of my fellow man, more because the overwhelming tragic nature of it all demanded to be counterbalanced. Also, because there were some inherently humorous elements to it all, even if it was overshadowed by horror. Also, none of it happened to me, which made it much easier.
But it did all remind me of these jokes I wrote forever ago, which I though I would dust off and share with you guys. See, I had developed an appreciation for dead baby jokes quite some time ago, and felt the need to give back to the genre. So I decided to try to engineer my own dead baby joke. Here are my attempts:
Version 1: A dead baby walks into a bar. The bartender says "Hey, we have a drink named after you." The baby says "Really? You have a drink named Steve?"
Version 2: A dead baby walks into a bar. The bartender says "Hey, why the long face." The baby says "Because I'm a dead baby!"
Version 3: A dead baby walks into a bar, which is funny, because you'd think he would have crawled.
P.S. - Oh! And the best of newses! The South Korean came back! He only stopped by once, but at least we know he's still okay! Now all we have to do is get somebody in Africa on board, and we'll be sitting pretty.
My continued appreciation to all my readers, at home and abroad that keep me going.
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