Life’s been a little like this lately:
It’s getting better, until the next catastrophe hits, so let’s have a few laughs while we’re waiting for it:
Not always, but sometimes:
If you do, I don’t want to know about it. Nor do any of the other random strangers on the internet:
This makes more sense than I realized at first; I, too, write a bunch then forgot what I wrote and have to start over:
Your turn! WP doesn’t like images in comments, so tell me some jokes instead. Then it’s back to writing; those books aren’t going to transcribe themselves.
Mad Genius Club 
11 responses to “A Meme-tacular Wednesday”
What do you call an illegally parked frog?
…toad.
What happens to an illegally parked frog?
Makes a bit more sense.
What’s the local sub-species of Gulls in San Fran?
…Bay-Gulls.
And when the salmon are running they come with lox….
Ya wanna hear a potassium joke?
….K.
And the converse: Do you want to hear a sodium joke?
Na.
What sits on the bottom of the ocean and quivers?
A nervous wreck…
Jane — since I can’t figure out how to go back to my old way of commenting…
When can you scold your coffee?
Only when you have sufficient grounds.
What did the drummer name his twin daughters?
Anna-one, Anna-two
What do you call a woman between two goal posts?
Annette.
Q: Why did the three-legged lion cross the road?
A: To win the fourth leg of the race.
Q: What do you call a blind stag?
A: No idea.
Jones had some pet porpoises, of which he was very fond. It saddened him to think that someday they would die. So he went to his friend Smith, a cetologist.
“Feed them each one seagull a day and they’ll live forever,” advised Smith.
“Really?”
“Yup.”
So Jones went and got some seagulls, put them in a basket, and started home. On the way he met a man with a tame lion on a leash.
“Your lion is blocking the sidewalk,” he said. “Please get it out of the way.”
“I can’t,” was the reply. “There’s a building on one side and the street is full of traffic.”
“Then make it lie down and I’ll jump over it.”
So the man said “Down, boy!” and the lion lay down. Jones took a running start and leaped over the lion. As soon as he came down, a policeman appeared from behind a fire hydrant and said, “You’re under arrest.”
“For what?” asked Jones, perplexed.
“Transporting gulls across a staid lion for immortal porpoises.”
How many angels can dance on the end of a pin?
As many as can see the point.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
It was too far to go around.
(This one showed up in Poul Anderson’s Three Hearts And Three Lions)