I need to become a ventriloquist or something.

[athelind]

I swear, it's like Abbott and Costello live in my head sometimes. Every now and then, I come up with a gag that only works with a two-man vaudeville act.



[Bud and Lou are singing "The Twelve Days of Christmas". Bud skips a verse, and Lou stops him.]

Lou: Wait a minute! What about the eight maids a milkin'?
Bud: Oh, they're in there.
Lou: Whaddaya mean, "they're in there"? The song went right from seven to nine!
Bud: That's right -- it lacked eight.

[Lou looks flustered, but they continue the song -- skipping the eight maids in every subsequent verse.]

Comments

[triggur.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry but someone, somewhere, has to pay for that.

[hedgegoth.livejournal.com]

*blink*

My brain just said "Right, I'm out of here" and was last seen hitching a ride to the MARTA station. I'm blaming you.

[ebony14.livejournal.com]

Would you do me a favor? Would you ask your wife to hit you with a pillow for me? Thanks.

[quelonzia.livejournal.com]

Done. And very startled he was, too! ;>

[archteryx.livejournal.com]

Good for you, Prettyscales. :>

[wy.livejournal.com]

yay. :P That was HORRIBLE.

[athelind.livejournal.com]

She did so of her own accord. Ow.

[dewhitton.livejournal.com]

I'm mailing a cricket bat to you. Please beat yourself with it.

[silussa.livejournal.com]

You ARE going to be at FC, right?


Remind me to hit you with something. ;)

[r-caton.livejournal.com]

Dear Dairy....

[normanrafferty.livejournal.com]

I don't know you.

[tombfyre.livejournal.com]

You make baby Godzilla cry. :/

[hafoc.livejournal.com]

Lacked eightS.

You're welcome.

[kinkyturtle.livejournal.com]

On line 3, I thought you were setting up for a Star Trek: Voyager gag...