A floor walked into a bar and the bartender said, "What will it be?"
And the floor said, "Can you give me a minute? I'm still adjusting to walking and talking and being in a joke."
"Why did the floor cross the road?"
"Why?"
"Bad builders."
"How many floors does it take to change a light bulb?"
"How many?"
"Only one, but the light bulb has to be on a low ceiling so the floor can reach it."
One floor to another: "Do people really get anywhere by walking all over us?"
"Knock. Knock."
"Who's there?"
"Floor."
"Floor who?"
"Floor better or floor worse, floor richer or floor poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death us do part."
"I see. Sorry I asked."
I've seen a computer on a floor, but never a floor on a computer.
"So, have you decided what you want?" said the bartender.
"Yes," said the floor. "I'll have a glass of beer, please."
When the bartender brought the floor a glass of beer, the floor stared at it.
"What's wrong?" asked the bartender.
And the floor said, "I'm not used to drinking beer out of a glass. Could you do me a favor and just spill it on me?"
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