BREVITY IS THE SOUL OF WIT
Short, Dopey Jokes as Filtered Through
the Febrile Mind of Jim Hull
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So far, credit card companies have offered us Silver Cards, Gold Cards, and Platinum Cards. What could be next, except PLUTONIUM CARDS?!
I've got a friend who's SO FAT... he tried a rowing machine, but it sank.
How do you get service in a magic store? ... Take a number, but don't show it to anyone.
"When I die, I want to die peacefully, in my sleep. Like my grandfather. Not screaming in terror, like the passengers in his car."
"WANTED: charcoal salesman. Must be a self-starter."
First man: "You ain't got no culture."
Second man: "Oh yeah? Well, the only culture you've got is bacterial."
Celeste Jones, on hearing that some men always know where north is: "That's interesting, because I always know where Nordstrom is."
Under-Achievers Anonymous has an 11-step program.
Why do corporate honchos like to slap their assistants on the back? ... Before they stab them in the back, they like to tenderize the meat.
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