Comments on: The Triumphant Return of Thoroughly Trivial Tuesday.

By: I Think I Am Starting a Meme.

I Think I Am Starting a Meme. — Sun, 03 Jul 2011 03:30:50 +0000

[...] have several little items I keep near my deskish area. My rabbit cartoon, a Valentine the nurses made us, which bears Simone’s not-quite-a-week-old footprints, a [...]

By: elizabeth

elizabeth — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 22:42:19 +0000

Whenever my husband says “I’LL BE BACK” in Terminator tones, I can’t help replying, “I’ll be Beethoven.”

Or when we’re playing a game and it’s my turn, and he says “You’re up,” I say “Asia.”

By: Kristin

Kristin — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 00:03:10 +0000

When you swim in the sea,
and an eel hits your knee,
that’s a moray.

By: Orange

Orange — Mon, 17 Nov 2008 04:50:20 +0000

I once sent a friend a postcard with a cartoon on it. There were cows out in the field and one had apparently told a joke because another was saying, “Stop! Milk is coming out of my nose!”

By: Tea

Tea — Sat, 15 Nov 2008 20:05:47 +0000

Not quite a joke, but just today my mother sent me an email with the subject line “Notice,” and the following message:

Due to the upcoming change in the administration, the light at the end of the tunnel will be turned back on.

It got a laugh out of this liberal.

By: nishkanu

nishkanu — Sat, 15 Nov 2008 17:13:19 +0000

I love incredibly stupid humour. My husband is still sighing from me telling the “interrupting cow” joke above and snorting with laughter for ten minutes.

Q: What did the 0 say to the 8?
A: Nice belt!

By: Jennifer

Jennifer — Sat, 15 Nov 2008 04:12:28 +0000

The two finalists in a poetry contest were a Yale graduate and a redneck. The final task was for them to make a poem in 2 minutes containing a word that would be given to them by the judges. The word was “TIMBUKTU”.

The Yale graduate was the first to give his poem:

Slowly across the desert sand,
Trekked a lonely caravan.
Men on camels two by two,
Destination Timbuktu.

The audience went wild. They thought the redneck would never stand a chance against him, a Yale graduate.

Nevertheless, the redneck stood up and gave his poem:

Me and Tim a hunting went,
Met three whores in a pop-up tent.
They were three and we were two,
So I bucked one and Timbuktu.

The redneck won hands down.

By: Laur

Laur — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 23:24:07 +0000

My dad got the New Yorker all through my childhood. I used to read the cartoons — all of them, every week — in the hope that someday I would understand one. A linguistics/pragmatics instructor shared this with us when I was in college (I was 30!) and I’ve never forgotten it:
http://www.cartoonbank.com/product_details.asp?mscssid=7H2AR0T931HJ9MKA6Q9DMNWMXRRKDRR1&sitetype=1&did=4&sid=23917&pid=&keyword=text+driven&section=all&title=undefined&whichpage=1&sortBy=popular

By: mandy

mandy — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 21:38:59 +0000

This is the only one that comes to mind…

How do you make a hormone?
Don’t pay her!

Bad, yes.

Oh wait….

How do you know you’re a pirate”
Ya just aaaargh!

(This comment list was just what I needed – thank you)

By: Jessamy

Jessamy — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 20:40:01 +0000

I love the little boy in this video. I crack up every time I watch this, and I’ve watched it a dozen times.

The title is Boy Meets Lobster. He likes the lobsters, but he’s scared–Can I touch them? Woah! I don’t like to touch them…