Okay, so this isn’t a food-related post, but I needed a bit of humor in my life. For your reading pleasure, here are a few walks into a bar jokes…
In honor of my trip to Kentucky’s Bourbon Trail:
A wild turkey walks into a bar. The bartender asks, “What are you supposed to be?”
The turkey replies, “I am a wild turkey.”
“Oh wow, we have a drink named after you,” says the bartender.
“You have a drink named Kevin?!” the wild turkey asks.
For my geeky readers:
Helium walks into a bar and orders a drink.
The bartender says, “Sorry, we don’t serve noble gases here.”
Helium doesn’t react.
For those of you who watch “The Daily Show:”
#23 from the Dyslexic’s Jook of Bokes begins: Former Representative Bar walks into a weiner…
Any naughty history fans out there?
A man walks into a bar wearing a stovepipe hat, a waistcoat, and a fake beard. He sits at the bar and orders a drink. As the bartender sets it down, he asks, “Going to a party?”
“Yeah, a costume party,” the man replies. “I’m supposed to come dressed as my love life.”
“Hmmm…you look like Abe Lincoln,” says the bartender.
The man says, “That’s right. My last four scores were seven years ago.”
And, because True Blood may have jumped the shark…
Three vampires walk into a bar. The first one says, “I’ll have a pint of blood.”
The second one says, “I’ll have one, too.”
The third vampire says, “I’ll have a pint of plasma.”
The bartender says,”So, that’ll be two Bloods and a Blood Lite?”
Yeah, yeah…I know. I’m lame.