It’s Friday afternoon, and I’m worn out from reading about duck genitals and the pheromones of corn borers all day (required reading for my graduate course on speciation). As a treat (NOT), I’m going to tell you the only three jokes I’ve made up in my life. In return, you’ll tell me any jokes you’ve made up.
Here they are:
1. Did you hear about the guy who manufactured Kleenex? He was always putting his business in other peoples’ noses.
2. What do French horses eat? Answer: haute cuisine (this is a verbal joke, and you have to pronounce the French correctly).
3. A book to be written: I, Yam: The Autobiography of a Sweet Potato.
I’ll be here all week, folks, and don’t forget to tip the waitress.