These two guys are lost in the desert.
Just when they think they're going to die of thirst, they chance upon a village where market day is in full swing. They go to the first stall they see and ask if they can buy some water.
"No," replies the Bedouin stall owner. "I only sell fruit."
So off they go to the next stall and again they ask for water.
"Sorry," says the merchant, "but I can only sell custard."
"Custard?" one of the guys says to the other. "What kind of place is this?"
By now desperate, they go to the next stall, only to be told, "Sorry, but I only sell jelly."
Hearing this, one guy turns to the other and says, "This is a trifle bazaar."
THAT is my all time favourite joke. As you might guess, it sits perfectly in the sand-blown, cod-eating crossroads of my life.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
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2 comments:
LOVE it.
This reminds me of my own personal quest. I'm looking into Buddhism and can't decide if finding this joke is a plus or minus:
A Buddhist walks up to a hotdog stand.
"Make me one with everything," he says.
He takes the hotdog and gives his money. When the vendor accepts his money without saying anything, the Buddhist asks about his change.
"Change comes from within," says the vendor.
you tell me, o wise Haikuboxer
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