Showing posts with label Jokes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jokes. Show all posts

Monday, February 28, 2011

"A unionized employee, a Tea Party member & a corporate CEO..."

(from Michael Marchman)

"A unionized employee, a Tea Party member & a corporate CEO are sitting at a table. In the middle is a plate with a dozen cookies on it. The CEO reaches out & takes 11 of the cookies, then says to the Tea Party member "look out for that union guy, he wants a piece of your cookie."

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Response to a Lynching Joke in an Email

Someone just sent me this email "Lite beer versus dark beer.............finally, we reach an agreement!"

That included this picture:



Usually I wouldn't share something like this in a public forum. In this case I believe we must shine a light on the seriously sick and twisted nature of jokes like this and make sure that people can't pretend they don't understand the murderous context of this image.

My response:

"Lynching jokes are funny to you? Fucking sick bastard...... take a look at what a lynching actually looked like and the twisted mass murderers who perpetrated these crimes against ...humanity.

Without Sanctuary: Lynching Photography in America

Thursday, June 03, 2010

On the Media: Take My Joke

Take My Joke
On the Media (NPR)

When it comes to copyright law, the world of comedy is an untamed and sometimes violent frontier. Comedians don't copyright their jokes; instead, they rely on an informal system of intellectual property enforcement. Chris Sprigman and Dotan Oliarand, two law professors, decided to study how that system works.

To Read/Listen to the Episode

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The Baptist Cowboy

(via my Mom :)

THE BAPTIST COWBOY

A cowboy, who just moved to Idaho from Texas , walks into a bar and orders three mugs of Bud. He sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more.

The bartender approaches and tells the cowboy, "You know, a mug goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time."

The cowboy replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in Arizona , the other is in Colorado . When we all left our home in Texas , we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I'm drinking one beer for each of my brothers and one for myself."

The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there.

The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way. He orders three mugs and drinks them in turn

One day; he comes in and only orders two mugs. All the regulars take notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss."

The cowboy looks quite puzzled for a moment, then light dawns in his eyes and he laughs.

"Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he explains, "It's just that my wife and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking."

"Hasn't affected my brothers though.."