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my son has been genetically cursed with the same inability of my wife and i to tell a joke.
son 1: dad, what did the grape say when the elephant stepped on him?
me: I don't know, what did the grape say.
son1: nothing he just wanted to get to the other side of the road.
me: hmmm.
actually, he is much better at the improvisational comedy. the latest...
son1: dad, why did the cat cross the road?
me: i don't know, why did the cat cross the road?
son1: to step on the chicken.
me: hmmm.
it would be much funnier if told standing in front of a brick wall.
Posted by griff at June 09, 2003 06:46 AM