Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Go Bananas

I love typos. I ought to, eh? I'm the queen of 'em. True, it's not so funny when I'm in charge, but when others mis-type things, especially when it ends up being a play on words, I get the giggles. Yesterday a friend posted on Facebook, "I'm a woman with a lot of patients." No, she's not a doctor - she doesn't even play one on tv. I'm reasonably certain she meant patience, but... there go the giggles.

I'm in a giggly mood.

A couple of weeks ago on Facebook I put the following lead in as my status update:

A Monkey walks onto a bar and says, "Hey, Bartender..."

What follows are some of the responses I received:

In perfect English, "I would like a nice tall glass of your finest ale . . . for I am parched and an ale sounds very nice, thank you."

" ...Is this Duval Street? I thought so. These people are all acting pretty hilarious down here!"

" ...Your brother's my Dad. The bartender replies, "Well, I'll be a monkeys uncle!" The monkey says, "You already are."

" ...Where are all the swingin singles?"

And my favorite:

" ...Is that a banana in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?"

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