After Quasimodo left the cathedral at Notre Dame a call went out throughout France for his replacement. Many many people auditioned for the job of bell-ringer at the famous church but the Cardinal wasn't impressed with any of them. They just couldn't make the bells carol the way the famous hunchback did. One day the Cardinal was sitting in his office and a fellow appeared and asked to try out for the job. The Cardinal was rather taken aback because the guy had no arms! The applicant asks the Cardinal for a chance and takes him all the way to the top of the bell tower. He suddenly runs at the main bell, bounces off and sets the bell ringing to the most melodious hymns the Cardinal had ever heard. The Cardinal is amazed and asks the guy to do it again. He does. Wanting to be absolutely certain, the clergyman asks for a third display. The fellow runs and leaps at the bell, misses, and plummets off the side of the building. The Cardinal runs over to the edge of the roof and sees the poor guy dead on the street below with a crowd gathering around, looking up of course. The Cardinal grabs the skirts of his cassock and races down all those stairs to the street below. He pushes his way through the crowd and one Parisian who is leaning over the corpse turns to the Cardinal and asks

"Who is he, Father?"

The Cardinal realizes he never even got the man's name so he says...
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I laughed...It couldn't even compete with wy111's...

that was just the first part:

So after the cathedral springs for the dead guy's funeral, another guy comes up and applies for the bellringers job and tells the Cardinal that he's the dead guy's brother. He's got both arms, so the Cardinal figures...ok...but the guy takes him all the way up to the top of the tower. It turns out he learned bellringing from his recently departed brother. He takes a run at the bells, same thing...gorgeous music. Second run....yep, beautiful carols pealing through the Paris sky. Third run....right over the edge just like the first guy. The Cardinal gathers up the skirts on his cassock and races down to the street again. One of the crowd looks at the Cardinal and says:

"Who is this man, Father?"

The Cardinal realizes he didn't get this guy's name either so he says......


"I don't know, but he's a dead ringer for his brother!"

Is this going to be a long story??? If so. I'll have to get another beer and a bag of chips...

that was pretty much it, but who else has some bad jokes out there, let's hear 'em....

and you know...don't want to start any really long stories considering the age of some of the readers (ahem)

watta mean old, just becuse somma us has some miles on us don't mean we can't still run fast down the hiway, dave

I don't know about bad jokes but come on lets try some new ones that haven't been told hundreds of times before

fireball 3 wrote:

:-D watta mean old, just becuse somma us has some miles on us don't mean we can't still run fast down the hiway, dave

Yeah, I'm kind of at the age where I'm ok with that if it's a downhill hiway

rdkncktink, I wouldn't suggest logging in too often looking for good jokes from what I've read (oh yes and shared) on here

Ok, here is a one-liner guys.

What do ya call a dog with no legs?

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Don't bother, the damn thing won't come anyway.

Now there's a joke. Fellas....Quick...Easy to read...And one can understand it without having to use your brain...Or try to remember what went on at the beginning

Bushmaster wrote:

Now there's a joke. Fellas....Quick...Easy to read...And one can understand it without having to use your brain...Or try to remember what went on at the beginning

Soooo....his knees are gone, his eyesights gone (I seem to recall from previous postings) and there goes the short term memory...hmmmm...hang in there Bushy.

I didn't say I had a problem...I just believe in efficiency and simplicity...Just wish I could simplify my life. Every time I try it gets even more complicated...