Just a little humor

A 17-year-old boy who works part-time at Pizza Hut drives up to park in front of the house in a beautiful Porsche.
Naturally, his parents know that there’s no way he earned enough with his after-school job to buy such a car.
“Where did you get that car?” his mom and dad screamed in shock.
“I bought it today,” replied the teen calmly.
“With what money young man?” his mom demands. “We know how much a Porsche costs and you cannot afford it!”
“Well, it’s used and I got a good deal,” says the boy, “This one cost me 20 dollars.”
“Who on earth would sell a car like that for 20 dollars?!”
“The woman up the street,” the boy replies. “I don’t know her name–she just moved in. She ordered a pizza and when I delivered it to her, she asked me if I wanted to buy a Porsche for 20 dollars.”
The boy’s dad and mom hurry over to their new neighbor’s house, ready to demand an explanation. Curiously, their new neighbor is calmly planting flowers in her front yard.
“I’m the father of the kid you just sold a sports car to for $20,” the dad says. “I need an explanation from you!”
“Well,” the woman says, not looking up from her garden. “This morning I got a phone call from my husband. I thought he was on a business trip in Florida, but it seems he has run off to Hawaii with his secretary and doesn’t intend to come back.”
“What on earth does that have to do with selling our son a Porsche for $20?” The boy’s mom asks, utterly perplexed.
The new neighbor smiles very big, and pauses for a minute. “Well, my husband asked me to sell his new Porsche and send him the money.
“So I did.”
 
Each of the dining tables at the Joke-Teller's convention was fully occupied.
During the bustle, a member in attendance would stand, announce a brief code,
and then sit back down to throngs of raucous laughter.
"D17!" was heard from table 34, the crowd roared.
Puzzled, a guest sought explanation from his host.

"They're all master jokesters. They know the jokes already,
it takes too long to tell the whole thing, so they just recite the reference code."

"Looks easy! Let me try." said the guest enthusiastically.
He leapt to his feet and announced in a loud, steady voice: "36DD!"
A polite stillness washed over the crowd, seeming to boost the volume of clanking tableware.

"What happened?" asked the guest. "Is that the wrong code?"
"No. The code was fine. And it's a good joke too." replied the host.

"Then why didn't anyone laugh?" the guest implored.
The host winced, and replied: "They didn't like the way you told it."

E31
Nailed it !! Right?
I've been practicing.
 
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