It’s Friday O’Clock so it’s time for the oldest joke in the book, but one that I still hold dear as one of my most favourite.
It involves a salesman.
A BMW Z3
And a horse.
A white one.
If you have worked out what the joke is because you have heard it, then please head straight to the comments section and tell me your favourite joke – there is nothing more for you to read here today.
If you are still a little unclear then read on but be prepared not to laugh too loudly.
A salesman was driving home one night after a particularly bad sales pitch that had not got him anywhere. His mood was foul and the rain meant that he had to have the roof of his BMW up, so his mood was darkened even more.
Just as he thought things couldn’t get any worse his car broke down in the middle of nowhere. He got out and pulled his jacket collar up to protect himself from the rain. The bonnet of the car was popped open for no reason as our man knew nothing about engines. Feeling wretched and with no signal on his mobile to call for help he slumped against the car.
“Check the Carburettor!”
The voice had come from nowhere; the salesman looked desperately around him but couldn’t see anyone.
“Check the carburettor!”
This time the salesman did a really thorough check around him but all he could see was a white horse looking over a nearby gate. He laughed and asked the horse if he was some kind of engine expert.
“I can get by, yes” said the horse.
The salesman stood and stared, unable to believe what he had just seen and heard. Slowly he composed himself enough to ask what a carburettor was. The horse explained what to look for and what to do. Five minutes later the car was started and purring like a fully creamed kitten.
“Thank you so much ...” But the horse had gone already so there was no one to thank. Instead our man got back in the car and drove on to the next village where a welcoming looking pub beckoned him in to dry out with a drink. While finishing his drink he told the barman all about his experience, expecting to be laughed out of the bar. Instead the barman asked, “Was he a white horse or a black one?”
“A white one – why?”
Are you ready?
Sure?
“You were lucky there, the black horse don’t know shit about cars”
Oh get over yourselves, I love that joke – think you can do better? Get yourself into my comments and tell me a better one.
Have a good weekend.
11 comments:
Oh I'm hopeless at jokes. I adore them but can't remember them for more than about 10 minutes! So when someone asks me to tell one...
Bwahaha, I like that one!
My favourite at the mo is the one about the pirate and the three prostitutes but you probably know that one because it's also as old as the hills.
nope - please enlighten me :-)
Ooh! That's a good one. I'd never heard it.
Oh, if you insist. I hope you're not too excited though!
A pirate walks into a bar with three prostitutes and a bottle of bacardi. When the barman asks him what's going on he replies with "ho ho ho and a bottle of rum".
I thought for sure there would be mention of bacon somewhere in this joke.....just kidding :)
Barbara - haha love it :-D
Kentucky Girl - Touche :-)
A man walks into a vet with a goldfish in a bowl. "It's weird he keeps jumping and twitching like it's got epilepsy or something!"
The vet looks and says that the fish looks fine to him...
"Yes but I haven't taken him out of the water yet"
I work at an elementary school and am exposed to many terrible, but great jokes. Like, Why was 6 scared of 7? Because 7, 8 (ate) 9!
tee-hee. your jokes are definitely better than mine.
Kristy - I love that you felt the need to explain that joke :-D
Christina - I sure hope you are talking to Barbara, otherwise you are really bad at jokes :-)
Did I ever tell you the story about the broken pencil? It had no point.
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