Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Pulp Friction*

*What you get when two people argue over the amount of pith they most enjoy in a carton of orange juice. -- David Buonfiglio, at breakfast this morning.
Who tells the dopey jokes in your family?
What are some of them?

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Playground Monitor said...

Ya got yerself a regular Rodney Dangerfield there, dontcha?

I personally like mine very pulpy.


Rach said...

Hi Bellas! I'm home today with a sick Little Bit--sinus infections and ten month olds don't mix really well.

Bad jokes? Hands down it's the Monkey. No one tells worse jokes than five year olds--and then she laughs at them!

Dopey jokes? That would be the fil's department. Can't think of any at the moment, but if I do, I'll be sure to share =).

krissyinva said...

This is my 4 year old's favorite joke, Doesn't make sense but we laugh our butt's off

DD: Knock, Knock
Me: Who's there?
DD: Seahorse
Me: Seahorse who?
DD: I kissed your seahorse

Rach said...

Oooh, wait, here's a good one:

Monkey: Why did the chicken cross the playground?
Me: I dunno, why?
Monkey: To get to the other slide. Get it?? Ha ha ha ha ha.

Michelle Buonfiglio said...

oooh. Maybe life and humor with Dave at the breakfast table isn't so bad after all. Plus, if I can get him while he's eating, he'll actually listen to me talk about romance novels. Of course, now that I think about it, his eyes could be glazing over from that convo, and not from the nirvana that is my cuisine prep...

Manda Collins said...

My little cousin Grant (who is now 14 and would kill me for this) used to tell the following joke at age 4:

Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?
A: Because it got runned over.

After telling it he would laugh uproariously.

We also have a family favorite:

Q: Ask me if I'm a truck.
A: Are you a truck?
Q (look of derision): No!

Michelle Buonfiglio said...

Hey, manda! So glad I could be the one to encourage your writing to fall to this level. BTW, are you a truck?

Hey, have you read any romances with truck driver heroes or hns?

Rachd, hope you and Bit are feeling better. Baby sickness stinks.

Krissy! I'm always taken aback when someone kisses my seahorse without my knowing. Who wouldn't giggle over that?

Marilyn, I'm wondering, what amount of pulp goes best with deviled eggs? How did your recipe go over today? Feel free to share it with me, cause I love em. If it's not easy don't bother. You and ev were talkin best ways to boil and shell and I'm like: sheesh, I literally have the "boil eggs" page marked in my tattered "Fannie Farmer."

ev said...

My dh is more likely to come up with comments that are funny than tell a joke.

So Marilyn, now did the deviled eggs turn out???

Rach said...

See, ya work and ya miss deviled egg convos. Man! ;o) Seriously, I'm a deviled egg junkie, so share away, Marilyn. =)

Wolfy said...

Hmmm, my grandson used to come up with some really corny jokes, but at the moment my mind has gone blank.......LOL..which is probably just as well.

Keira Soleore said...

Our little one's jokes are color-coded. Pink, obviously, means it's the bestest joke evaar!

Playground Monitor said...

The DH came home with an empty container so I'm guessing the deviled eggs were a hit.

Recipe? You mean there's a recipe for deviled eggs? I just boil the eggs, shell them and cut them in half longways. Scoop out the yellows into a bowl and mash with a fork. Add some salt and pepper, a little yellow mustard and then enough mayo to stick it all together. Spoon the yellow mixture back into the egg white halves, sprinkle with a little paprika, arrange on your best deviled egg plate (ALL southern girls have a deviled egg plate) and serve.


Michele Hauf said...

Ha! One of the most common arguements my husband and I have, too. I like some nice meaty orange juice. Gotta feel it get stuck in your teeth. While the hubby needs it completely pulp free, and if there's a stray sliver of pulp in there then I won't touch it. Sigh...