Reminds me of the always too busy young financial analyst working in Chicago whose mom bugged him constantly to visit his aging grandfather near Kevil Kentucky. ‘He won’t be around forever’ she’d say.
Finally he made the trip and his granddad met him at the Barkley Regional Airport outside of Paducha on Saturday afternoon in his batted pickup truck with a huge dog riding shotgun. On the trip home the dog rode with his suitcase in the back of the truck.
As his granddad set the table for supper his grandson remarked that there seemed a slight sheen to the plates. His granddad, never loquacious, said only ‘they’re as clean as cold water can get ‘em’.
The next morning, Sunday, he noticed the same sheen on the plates and again mentioned it to his grandfather, who said again ‘they’re as clean as cold water can get ‘em’. After breakfast he asked his grandfather to borrow his truck so he could run into town for the Sunday NYT. His grandfather said ‘keys are in it’.
A few minutes later his grandson was back, said the dog wouldn’t let him anyway near the truck. His grandfather got up from the table, walked outside, pursed his lips and emitted a piercing whistle. ‘Coldwater’ he yelled, ‘git down here now!’
As the dog came trotting up he turned to his grandson and said ‘there ya go, you can go git your paper now.’
When I was a little girl back in the late 50s, ""Knock, Knock, Who's There ," jokes were really popular. A lot of times, we made them up on the fly and even though they were pretty lame, we laughed anyway.
Reminds me of the always too busy young financial analyst working in Chicago whose mom bugged him constantly to visit his aging grandfather near Kevil Kentucky. ‘He won’t be around forever’ she’d say.
Finally he made the trip and his granddad met him at the Barkley Regional Airport outside of Paducha on Saturday afternoon in his batted pickup truck with a huge dog riding shotgun. On the trip home the dog rode with his suitcase in the back of the truck.
As his granddad set the table for supper his grandson remarked that there seemed a slight sheen to the plates. His granddad, never loquacious, said only ‘they’re as clean as cold water can get ‘em’.
The next morning, Sunday, he noticed the same sheen on the plates and again mentioned it to his grandfather, who said again ‘they’re as clean as cold water can get ‘em’. After breakfast he asked his grandfather to borrow his truck so he could run into town for the Sunday NYT. His grandfather said ‘keys are in it’.
A few minutes later his grandson was back, said the dog wouldn’t let him anyway near the truck. His grandfather got up from the table, walked outside, pursed his lips and emitted a piercing whistle. ‘Coldwater’ he yelled, ‘git down here now!’
As the dog came trotting up he turned to his grandson and said ‘there ya go, you can go git your paper now.’
Oh, that’s great! Must add this to my collection. 😊
I've heard the paint thinning one but it was Michalangelo and the Sistine Chapel...
It’s funny how the jokes change over time, but the punchline stays the same.
Yes, it’s great, isn’t it?
It's awfully fun!
My friends and I also used to tell the joke of the ghost of the one black eye. It was definitely a favorite!
Knock knock. (answer; Who's there?) Boo. (answer; Boo who?) Stop your crying. This is one of those knock, knock jokes. There were many, many more.
When I was a little girl back in the late 50s, ""Knock, Knock, Who's There ," jokes were really popular. A lot of times, we made them up on the fly and even though they were pretty lame, we laughed anyway.
I made one up the other day:
Me: Knock knock.
Jonathon: Who’s there?
Me: You.
Jonathon: You who?
Me: 😂🤣😂