Okay, admit it. At some point in your life, you MUST have heard someone crack the worst joke in the world. Come on, there had to have been at least ONE moment. But I don't mean those terrible jokes on the television, or those wierd jokes in joke books - I mean those jokes people say and they end up being the only one laughing. It's the kind of thing you have to say it over and over again to yourself for days until you finally understand it. This is called a corny joke, just like corny diahorrea is called...
Anyway, here's a topic to post all your corning fantasies on. Remember to include a simple description with no words bigger then "happiness" for those with microscopic brains~
QUOTE It does not matter on the size of your brain, it matters how fast the Neurons travel around it.
Here's mine:
A man was passing by a graveyard, when he noticed a man mourning heavily on a tombstone. He walked towards him and he could barely make out what he was saying. It was something like... "Oh why did you die?! Oh why did you die?!", so he went to the man and asked him if he knew the person who had died. "No," he said. "I had never met him in my life", and he started mourning again. Confused, he asked him who the man was. And he clearly answered "My wife's first husband".
Explanationwithwordssmallerthenhappiness: The wife got married and the guy died, then married the mourning guy, and if the first husband hadn't died, she wouldn't have married the mourning guy.
Simple!
Anyway, here's a topic to post all your corning fantasies on. Remember to include a simple description with no words bigger then "happiness" for those with microscopic brains~
QUOTE It does not matter on the size of your brain, it matters how fast the Neurons travel around it.
Here's mine:
A man was passing by a graveyard, when he noticed a man mourning heavily on a tombstone. He walked towards him and he could barely make out what he was saying. It was something like... "Oh why did you die?! Oh why did you die?!", so he went to the man and asked him if he knew the person who had died. "No," he said. "I had never met him in my life", and he started mourning again. Confused, he asked him who the man was. And he clearly answered "My wife's first husband".
Explanationwithwordssmallerthenhappiness: The wife got married and the guy died, then married the mourning guy, and if the first husband hadn't died, she wouldn't have married the mourning guy.
Simple!
