Happy Friday! The days are getting a bit longer and a bit warmer, we can almost see the end of winter! Seems like things that I go to look for have a habit of disappearing, so this week I picked out some disappearing jokes. Hope you see them before they are gone.
Are bassists considered cowardly because they disappear at the first sign of treble?
Have you heard the one about the disappearing magician? Apparently it was just a stage he was going through.
I saw a Mexican magician who said he was going to make himself disappear on the count of three. He said, Uno.. Dos.. And then he vanished without a Tres.
Did the German Christmas cake disappear or was it stollen?
Do old magicians retire or do they simply disappear?
This morning my hands disappeared mysteriously. I can’t really point my finger at what caused it.
I had a friend who landed a job at Finland’s national airline. I have not heard from him for ages, it seems he just disappeared into Finnair.
One day I was out on a boat, some distance from the shore, when a massive hand suddenly rose out of the water and then slowly disappeared. I thought, “Now that is the biggest wave I have ever seen.”
In the middle of the night, I had a vision of a fluffy, white lamb hovering at the foot of my bed, then it disappeared, as I lay frozen in fear. I think it might have been sheep paralysis.
Finally, a word of advice, never disappear, they are very sensitive fruits.
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“Most of us don’t need a psychiatric therapist as much as a friend to be silly with.” ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com