I woke myself up this morning by laughing. I was laughing at a joke I was telling someone in a dream, and once awake, I still found the joke so funny, I forced myself to wake up enough to write it down immediately before I forgot it. The joke, thus preserved for posterity, was as follows:
Q: When is it time to visit the Chinese Threeth-doctor?
A: Midnight.
And the really peculiar thing is that even typing it now, sixteen hours later, it still made me snigger.
Sunday, 24 July 2005
Or: 'Any time you like, he can't hear you.'
Posted by John Finnemore at 12:54 am
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3 comments:
Crikey. Yes, that was me. My secret past as a terrible nine year old actor has come back to haunt me. Were you involved in that Moot re-enactment thing? That's my most vivid memory of those days; that and the fact that Mum would always come from the weekly shop to pick me up, and would often bring me an iced bun from Tesco. Nine year old heaven.
Anyway, nice to hear from you
again! How did you come across this blog? Much as I would like to imagine that everyone I've ever met has been obsessively entering my name into Google every day since in the hope that I've started blogging, I can't quite bring myself to believe it...
Incidentally, don't worry about the joke! I don't get it either. But somehow when unconcious, it was the most hilarious thing I'd ever heard. (Although I suppose it's a little funnier if you've ever heard the Chinese Dentist joke. But not much).
I like iced buns.
I agree with Joe.
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