. . . When Bill Gates died he went to heaven but asked St. Peter if he could return back home 'cause he'd forgotten something. . . St. Peter adamantly said "NO!" . . . Bill Gates insisted. . (scratches head) . . okay - so...
My most adorable quality perhaps is
that I don't remember jokes.
If it is a good one,
I will laugh a second time as if
I never heard it before.
Needless to say that
some friends love that.
I mean, that's what I think.
The bad side of the coin is
that I'm unable to tell a joke...
A hillbilly knocks on the door of his new neighbor's house."Howdy, neighbor," he says, "In honor of you movin' into the holler, I'm gonna throw a party. There's gonna be a whole lotta drinkin', a whole lotta dancin', and a whole lotta screwin'.""Sounds like fun!" the neighbor...
... remember jokes! Even the shortest ones, when I'm convinced that I just cannot forget that one, I still do & it annoys me! I'm more like a spontaneous jokes, kinda silly & goofy, but not a joke teller. My mind is just not equipped for that role.