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Originally Posted by Ron Earp  Not so good at jokes. Keep'em coming, you guys are far better at jokes than I am! |
If that's the case, Ron, you'll like this one--
Harold was new at this prison thing, being his first night and all, and pretty scared b/c of all the things he had heard about prison. He laid on the bunk as they turned the lights out and wondered what would happen, imagining the worst. He was very surprised, though, to hear someone holler "Number 15!", whereupon the inmates in the cell block burst into laughter. Pretty quickly from the other end of the hall he heard "Number 32", and the same laughter.
This went on for a few nights and Harold was perplexed, but he asked his cell mate what the deal was, anyway. His cell mate said "Here in prison we have a lot of time and not much to do, so we catalog our jokes by number. Then when someone wants to tell a joke they just yell out the number and those who find that joke funny laugh."
Harold had no idea what joke went with what number, but he wanted to be accepted by the inmates, so after a few jokes had been told that night he hollered "Number 27". Silence. Not a sound.
The next day he asked his cellmate why nobody had laughed, and his cell mate said "Well, some guys know how to tell a joke, and some don't".