Feb 4, 2009

Perfect Joke

I just experienced an absolutely perfect real-life joke scenario:

A French woman just came to our door selling large paintings of Parisian streetscapes, landmarks and scenery.

I was hiding in the bedroom in a state of relative undress at the time. The Wah came in to tell me they were actually quite good; and he'd regretted turning her down.

I said...

Wait for it...

"Probably for the best - we don't really have the Monet."

Thank you! Thank you very much!

(Mind you, how the French lady got through the main door of the apartment block is another question, but we'll leave that aside for the moment. Just revel in the glow of my perfect joke).

11 comments:

  1. A big hand for Girl Clumsy, Ladies and Gentlemen. Appearing here all week.

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  2. http://www.instantrimshot.com/

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  3. Just when I needed a smile...always know I can get when I visit your page. :D

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  4. OH MY GOD, I just shot coffee out my nose you evil woman!

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  5. Wow - when is the TV show starting? That is perfect sitcom stuff - I can see it now!! Complete with laugh track...

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  6. Good one and you can up with it on the spot and not two hours later like I normally do.

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  7. Are the Marx Brothers dead yet? You'd look sweet with a moustache, a cigar, and a set of giant caterpillar eyebrows.

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  8. Oh man ... perfect. I wonder how I can get someone to sell paintings door to door here so I can use that line on the HLDW.

    Awesome.

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  9. As Pink Floyd were heard to warble
    "Monet it's the thing
    Goya, Van Gogh dontcha give me no Degas
    Scuse me I'm off top the bottom of the class

    Have a great time in Sydney
    Don't tell Clarkson you drive a Corrolla

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  10. I believe that opens the door for me to share my perfect joke. My gay (relevant detail) friend Jeremy met me for lunch and as we left my office I asked him if I needed my umbrella. "I don't know," he replied, "I don't know how susceptible you are." "Are you calling me a poof?" I asked cheekily. "No," he replied, taking no offense at my ironic mock-homophobia, "I was actually thinking of the Witch in the Wizard of Oz, melted by water." "Ah," I responded, "an *enemy* of Dorothy."

    Thank you! Thank you very much!

    Cheers

    Tom

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