I was desperately looking for jokes to put on this page. Then I remembered the stall wall scrawl in the men’s john of my favourite bar. I stepped up to urinаl #3 to get rid of my Happy Hour pitcher of the golden ale. At eye level, (joke level,) someone had used a Magic Marker to scrawl: “Don’t look here for the joke, …” “Look down.”
I was desperately looking for jokes to put on this page. Then I remembered the stall wall scrawl in the men’s john of my favourite bar.
I stepped up to urinаl #3 to get rid of my Happy Hour pitcher of the golden ale. At eye level, (joke level,) someone had used a Magic Marker to scrawl:
“Don’t look here for the joke, …”
“Look down.”