A man walks into a bar and says to the bartender, “Want to hear a [insert enthnicity here] joke?”
The bartender says, “Whoa man, see that guy over there? He’s [insert enthnicity here]. And see her at the end of th bar? She’s [insert enthnicity here]. Plus, me too, I’m [insert enthnicity here]. So you still wanna tell your joke?”
The man stops and says, “Yeah, you’re right, I haven’t got time to explain it three times.”
ENY–you are right, but I so much prefer a team built from the ground up then one stitched together via free-agency. I became a Yankees fan in the 95 season, when everywhere you looked there was talent coming up from the farm system. They lost a remarkable 5 game series to the Mariners that year in the first round but I was hooked. That group (96-00 Yanks) was such a treat. There is so much that can go wrong when rewarding pitchers like Sabathia and Burnett (who can only perform every 5 days) that kind of dough. I hope I am wrong of course, but that perdiction is something that haunts this Yankees fan’s dreams.
To carry along with the Easter discussion we had yesterday here’s Jim Gaffigan’s take on the holiday.
HYSTERICAL!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjJCIbC9sxA
We seem to be on the road to perdiction today.
A man walks into a bar and says to the bartender, “Want to hear a [insert enthnicity here] joke?”
The bartender says, “Whoa man, see that guy over there? He’s [insert enthnicity here]. And see her at the end of th bar? She’s [insert enthnicity here]. Plus, me too, I’m [insert enthnicity here]. So you still wanna tell your joke?”
The man stops and says, “Yeah, you’re right, I haven’t got time to explain it three times.”
“Here is the beginning of a joke. Someone else finish it off.”
A skittle salesman walks into a bar and says “I have a perdiction to make.”
The bartender asks: WHAT is it?
Here is the beginning of a joke. Someone else finish it off.
A skittle salesman walks into a bar and says “I have a perdiction to make.”
Somebody tell a joke.
ENY–you are right, but I so much prefer a team built from the ground up then one stitched together via free-agency. I became a Yankees fan in the 95 season, when everywhere you looked there was talent coming up from the farm system. They lost a remarkable 5 game series to the Mariners that year in the first round but I was hooked. That group (96-00 Yanks) was such a treat. There is so much that can go wrong when rewarding pitchers like Sabathia and Burnett (who can only perform every 5 days) that kind of dough. I hope I am wrong of course, but that perdiction is something that haunts this Yankees fan’s dreams.
I have torches, snark. And I caught a good deal on angry villagers.
“Perdict” sounds like a word they’d use in the movie “Deliverance.”
Just like “You got perdy lips.”