poly_chromatic

Entry tags:

reservoir dogs - mr. orange

49th

So these two guys are walking home from a party on Halloween night, just for laughs they decide to take a shortcut through a cemetery. About midway through they hear a tap-tap-tap coming from the fucking dark. Tap-tap-tap chink. Tap-tap-tap. They're tough guys, they wave it off, but you know they think they gotta walk a little faster. Well they walk faster but the tapping gets louder. Now these guys are ready to piss their pants, they're holding on to each other for fucking life. Finally they come across an old groundskeeper with a hammer and chisel chipping away at one of the headstones.

"Holy shit, man," one of them says after catching his breath, "you scared us half to death." The other one says, "we thought you were a ghost! What the fuck are you doing working so goddamn late?"

The groundskeeper growls, "those sons of bitches spelled my name wrong!"

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Only a guy good at telling jokes can tell a good joke from a bad joke.

It wasn't frightening, nor amusing.

A comedian's followers are also capable of telling the difference, are they not? If you can't please the audience, don't bother telling terrible jokes.

Back it up a second. You follow a clown?

[ SNORT. ]

I don't follow anyone.

That's totally not how you said it a second ago.

I was only pointing out that a person doesn't need to be able to tell a joke to know the difference between a terrible one, and a decent one.

Okay wise guy, tell me a decent joke.

An idiot went onto the network and was unable to tell a decent joke.

Later, someone glued headphones onto his ears and woke him with loud, obnoxious, irritating sounds. When he was able to get the headphones off his ears, the glue which had also been on top of the headphones stuck to his hair and pulled all the hair plastered under the headphones off.

He appeared even more idiotic from that day on.