With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person which almost went unnoticed last week.
Larry La Prise, the man who wrote “The Hokey Pokey” died peacefully at age 93.
The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin.
They put his left leg in.
And then the trouble started.
I heard a comedian telling a joke about calculus.
I was going to post my own.
But figured it would be derivative.
You’ve done well to integrate that joke. It’s clearly differentiated from the others!
A post was merged into an existing topic: Hifi Jokes
A young monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to helping the other monks in copying the old canons and laws of the church by hand.
He notices, however, that all of the monks are copying from copies, not from the original manuscript. So, the new monk goes to the head abbot to question this, pointing out that if someone made even a small error in the first copy, it would never be picked up! In fact, that error would be continued in all of the subsequent copies.
The head monk, says, “We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son.”
He goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery where the original manuscripts are held as archives in a locked vault that hasn’t been opened for hundreds of years. Hours go by and nobody sees the old abbot.
So, the young monk gets worried and goes down to look for him. He sees him banging his head against the wall and wailing.
“We missed the R ! We missed the R ! We missed the R !”
His forehead is all bloody and bruised and he is crying uncontrollably. The young monk asks the old abbot, “What’s wrong, father?”
With A choking voice, the old abbot replies, “The word was celebrate!”
Death should be speaking in small caps…
steve
