This post is dedicated to my dad, who taught me the art of a running joke. Because if there’s anything better than a good bad joke, it’s hearing the same joke again. (And… again.)
Some of his favorites include classics like:
There are two kinds of coffee in this world: black and ruined.”
(Coffee jokes are always good.)
and…
Q: How does Moses make his coffee?
(Because the only thing better than a coffee joke is a religious coffee joke.)
A: Hebrews it.”
Decaf religious jokes are also acceptable:
Q: How big was the fish Jesus caught?
(Get it?)
A: This big!” (arms wide)
But his specialty has always been musician jokes:
Q: What do you do when a drummer knocks on your door?
(Ah, a classic whose entertainment value has clearly outpaced inflation.)
A: Take the pizza and hand him the five bucks!”
I could go on, but you’re likely inching toward the door. And, social distancing means you can’t go anywhere! So, I’ll leave you with this…
Like the punchline of a good bad running joke,
AGAIN???
Again.