It was Pensitivity101’s birthday last Friday so she was having a ‘day off’ and glad to post another set of questions provided by Jim Adams. Thanks Jim. It’s okay. Since I turned 70, I’ve had a lot of ‘off days.’
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Why did Don Mclean drive his Chevy to the levy?
That whole American Independence thing began with, “No taxation without representation.” So there was no Levy. Instead, Don expected a big party – a soirée – a levee, but there was only some damn dam, keeping the trout stream out of his basement.
Who will stop the rain?
Homosexuals! Some Fundamentalist preachers claim that droughts are caused because of the existence of too many gays. Other Fundamentalists claim that hurricanes, giant thunderstorms and floods are caused by the presence of too many gay guys. If we could just get all the gays spread out over the world in the right proportions, we could probably defeat Global Warming.
Where does the love go?
Over to Wembley Stadium. Rafael Nadal stores it in his racquet case, because he almost never needs to use it, the oaf.
Who shot the deputy?
Mr. Johnson shot the deputy, even though he insisted that he was just working his side gig as an Uber-Eats driver, delivering egg fu yung to Mrs. Johnson on Mr. Johnson’s Rotary Club meeting nights.
Why was nobody getting fat except Mama Cass?
Did you ever see her eat??! After last week’s big society gala, it was her that I followed to the buffet. That woman sure could suck back the food. If she’d been British, their vacuum cleaners would be called Elliots, instead of Hoovers.
How did the blackbird break its wings?
It inadvertently flew in an open window of the home of our local meth lab. It flew out again, a few minutes later. Observers report that it was travelling at 130 real Miles Per Hour, and gaining altitude quickly, when the catastrophic failure of both lift surfaces occurred.
What did the Traveling Wilburys find at the end of the line?
A prince, calling all the way from Nigeria, to tell them that he had $200 Million U.S. that he would give them 10% of, if they would just provide their banking information so that he could transfer it out of the country.
What instrument did Mr. Bojangles play?
The spoons! After also following Mama Cass to the buffet, and finding it as empty as Mother Hubbard’s cupboard, Bill Robinson decided to use some of the now-useless cutlery to do a bit of busking and make enough coin to order a pizza.
Who lived on Desolation Row?
Bob Dylan’s mother. So, Mister Musician, are you proud of yourself? Your Father and I worked our fingers to the bone, and scrimped and saved so that you could go to a nice school, and get a profession, like a doctor, or a lawyer, but do we get any thanks?? Oh, no! You want to play a guitar, and blow a silly harmonica. At least you changed your name. Maybe no-one will know. You should have got a nice job, like an undertaker.
Why couldn’t the Rolling Stones get any satisfaction?
It was probably because of all the drugs that they ingested – any, or all, in combination. I mean…. Keith Richards, snorting his father’s cremated ashes??! – And he wouldn’t even share a line with Mick and the rest of the boys. Ron Wood looks like he stocks his bar with formaldehyde.