One of the web boards I frequent has a little spot for "guy in a bar" jokes. Including my all-time favorite:
A skeleton walks into a bar and says, "I'll have a beer.
"...and a mop."
For some reason, goofy humor runs in my family. Tom and I are probably the absolute kings of the pun, and Jim and I sometimes seem to speak a secret language that Jim's partner Joe is absolutely in awe of.
However, the joke-telling champion of the O'Neills has to be Patrick, my nephew. Not necessarily Patrick today; I'm thinking more the 7-year-old Patrick. For a while back then virtually every joke he attempted came out something like this:
"So...hey...Uncle Brian...I got a joke! There's this...and he walks in a bar...a BAR...and he says...no, wait...and then the BARTENDER says...he says...oh, it's not a guy, it's a DUCK...and the duck says...put it on my BILL!!! Cause, you know, ducks have BILLS! On their FACE!!!!"
Thanks for the memories, Patrick. Love you much.
Oh...and a dog with his leg wrapped in bandages walks into a bar. He limps up to the bartender and says...
"I'm lookin' fer the man that shot my paw."
