There hasn’t been that much new content here of late – I have been too busy doing (or at least observing) and not busy enough writing about it. Still, with today’s post I think you will come to view the recent silence in a much more positive light.
Last night, whilst playing word games to try and ease my diseased mind into the arms of Morpheus I came up with two “jokes” and thought I’d share them with you as some sort of punishment for your loyalty
“Joke” the First
As you may have deduced by now, I see myself as a conceptual artist. My latest series of thought provoking masterpieces are an attempt to marry the work of the upholsterer and the pâtissier to create a whole new artistic genre. It will be the first in a line of edible furniture, so that a chaps (like myself) need never go hungry again. My first work will be the filo sofa. Makes you thnk, eh?
“Joke” the Latter
For this witticism, you should imagine a conversion between two people that I will call Abel and Bernoulli.
A:I am terribly allergic to both cats and dogs. In fact, most mammal’s affect me.
B: What happens to you?
A: My eyes stream, my nose runs and my throat becomes really sore and tickly.
B: Fur cough?
A: These no need for that sort of language, I was just describing my symptoms.
Glimpses of a disturbed mind 