After takin' a swig o' grog, Otto Bahn belched out
this bit o' wisdom:
> "Eb Oesch" <ericboesch@xxxxxxxxx> wrote
>
>> <(Two cannibals are eating a clown; one turns to the other and says,
>> <"Does this taste funny to you?")
>>
>> The clown screams in agony, "You're gnawing on my funny bone!"
> <
> <The next day, the cannibals pull the clown's half-eaten head out of
> <the refrigerator and head out to the porch. Noticing the condensation
> <forming inside the skull, one of them says to the other, "Look! It's
> <crying on the inside!"
> <
> <I'm sorry. That would have been funnier, but my wife died today.
> <Please give me another chance. I'll do better, I promise. Comedy is
> <all I have left now.
>
> Let me guess -- your wife was a clown?
A clown with a mean streak!
--
Q: Why did the tachyon cross the road?
A: Because it was on the other side.
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