Number 7 walks into a bar.
"What will it be?" asks the bartender.
"I'll have a Number 3, please."
The bartender brings Number 7 a Number 3. Number 7 drinks it, pays and leaves as Number 10.
"I haven't paid taxes in years," says Number 9.
"How do you manage that?" asks 15 percent.
"Whenever the tax people come looking for me, I stand on my head. They think I'm Number 6 and leave."
Number 8 was laughing and laughing.
"What's so funny?" asks Number 6.
"Look at Number 13," says Number 8. "It's an odd number with a double-bubble belly!"
Poor Number 4! He can't figure out why golfers keep calling him.
Q: Why did Number 3 cross the road?
A: It thought it was a chicken.
Q: Why did Number 2 cross the road?
A: To get to a toilet on the other side.
Q: Why did Number 1 cross the road?
A: It was bored and decided to follow 2 and 3.
"Knock. Knock."
"Who's there?"
"Two."
"Two who?"
"How nice you're glad I'm here. Where's the toilet?"
The E--
"Hey Mr. Funny Bone Technician! Don't end yet. How about a joke about me, Number 5? You got jokes for every other number, in this blog, except me. You must be fair and put me a joke."
"Sorry, Number 5, but nothing comes to mind."
"Nothing comes to mind? It's not fair! It's not fair!" shouts Number 5 and storms off.
Number 5 walks into a bar.
"Why do depressed?" asks the bartender.
"That Funny Bone guy put all the other numbers in a joke, in his blog, except me."
"Sorry to hear that," says the bartender. "What can I get you?"
"Can you bring me a joke, please?"
"Sure, no problem," says the bartender.
The bartender makes Number 5 a joke. Number 5 drinks it, pays, and leaves laughing.
No comments:
Post a Comment