A Dozen Jokes In Honor of My Husband

There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor. — Charles Dickens

Two people laughing
Last year I wrote a piece called “Puns In Honor of My Husband.” Since today is the first anniversary of his death, I think he would appreciate having me write something about his love of jokes. It will also help me remember the many good times we shared.

Like lots of us, Bob loved to hear a good joke. And like lots of us, he forgot many of them. But he remembered enough to give me a laugh almost every day.

So today I’d like to give you a challenge: Read the following and remember at least one of them. There is probably someone today who would enjoy it.

  1. What do you call a holographic hot dog? A Holloweenie!
  2. What did the Yogi say when he walked into the Zen Pizza Parlor? — “Make me one with everything.”
  3. What do Eskimos get from sitting on the ice too long?
  4. What do prisoners use to call each other? Cell phones.
  5.  What do you call a boomerang that doesn’t work? A stick.
  6.  What do you call cheese that isn’t yours? Nacho Cheese.
  7.  What do you get from a pampered cow? Spoiled milk.
  8.  What do you get when you cross a snowman with a vampire?
  9.  What do you get when you cross an elephant and a skin doctor? A pachydermatologist.
  10.  What lies at the bottom of the ocean and twitches? A nervous wreck.
  11.  Why are there so many Smiths in the phone book? They all have phones.
  12.  Why do bagpipers walk when they play? They’re trying to get away from the noise.

Which one will you remember to tell someone today?

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