Joke of the Day, 9/26/07

September 26, 2007, 7:00 am; posted by
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A city boy from New York named Randy moved to the backwoods of Vermont, out in the middle of nowhere, miles and miles from the nearest road. After a few months of solitude, he heard a knock at the door.

He opened it to find a giant bearded man in filthy overalls and bare feet. “Howdy!! My name’s John Paul and I’m here to welcome you to the neighborhood! I want to invite you to a party!”

“That sounds great,” Randy said. “I’d be delighted to come.”

“But I gotta warn ya,” John Paul said, “This is Vermont — so there’s usually a lot of drinkin’.”

Randy smiled. “Oh, I’ve been known to have a drink from time to time.”

John Paul scratched his head. “There’ll be dancin’ too — always dancin’.”

Randy nodded and said, “I’m pretty light on my feet; that’ll be fine!”

“There’ll be a fight — there’s always a fight or two.”

Randy nodded grimly. “I’m from New York; I can hold my own.”

John Paul started off, but then looked over his shoulder. “Well, th’ other thing is — at these parties, well, we get to drinkin’ and dancin’, and after the fight, one thing leads to another, and, uh, there’s always a little bit of carnal knowledge, if ya catch my drift.”

“I’ve been here for months and haven’t seen a soul — that wouldn’t be out of the question either! What should I wear?”

“Don’t much matter,” the Vermonter said, walking away.

“Just gonna be you and me.”


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3 Comments to “Joke of the Day, 9/26/07”

  1. Josh Tate on September 26th, 2007 2:58 pm

    Is this one of your fantasies Steve?

    Vermont bashing…just uncalled for.

  2. Steve on September 26th, 2007 3:39 pm

    I’m just trying to get Tates out of the woodwork, that’s all…

  3. MC-B on September 27th, 2007 11:53 am

    Tates in the woodwork can destroy even the most sturdily built home. I recommend pesticides instead of off-color jokes: much stronger.

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