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§ Home § Search § SoupTales § Please contribute a joke!Soup Jokes(Click HERE for a full blown rumination on the subject. In fact, I urge you to click here. The rumination is better than what you'll find below. Take it from me.)1. Insult me but don't ignore me
2. Questions of etiquette
At a particular convent, the nuns lived under a vow of silence that could be broken only once a year. One year, at the appointed time, the clock struck 12 noon as the nuns were eating lunch and one spoke up and said, "This soup is terrible." A year passed, and at the appointed time, another sister volunteered, "I don't think it's so bad." The following year, as the clock struck 12 noon, a third nun spoke up: "Bicker, bicker, bicker!" she said.
She knocked, and the old fellow walked slowly over and opened the door. He saw a beautiful red-headed woman standing before him. "I have a birthday present for you," she said, and smiled. She leaned forward and whispered, "I'm here to give you super sex." "Thanks," he said thoughtfully, "I'll take the soup." --The Daily Oklahoman, 7/10/2000
3. Me exaggerate?
4. Wordplay me this
Angus sighed and replied, "Well, there we were, standing in front of this fierce-looking cannibal tribe's chief. Looking around at the band of imposing warriors all around us he asked me why I brought along such a seemingly frail-looking young man with me on such a perilous journey. I smiled, put my arm around Heathcliff and proudly said those fateful words..." Here Angus' voice trailed off into soft sobs. "Poor Heathcliff!" he groaned, dabbing his eyes with his handkerchief. "I say," said the reporter, "Whatever did you say that now seems so dreadful in retrospect?" Angus composed himself and, with an ironic smile, said, "What do you suppose? I had the misfortune to tell the chieftain, 'Well, he's such a fine broth of a lad!' And the next thing you know..." his voice trailed off. "Pity," noted the reporter. "Quite," nodded Angus.
LB: Okay. BB: What did you have for breakfast? LB: Pea Green Soup. BB: What did you have for lunch? LB: Pea Green Soup. BB: What did you have for supper? LB: Pea Green Soup. BB: What did you do all night? LB: Pea Green Soup! (Thanks to Barbara Conko of Odenton, MD, for the contribution) 5. Where'd you say you were from?
6. Metaphorically speaking
7. Smart ass waiters
"Waiter, there is a worm floating in my pea soup!" 'The waiter is not amused. "But sir, you ordered German Pea Soup. That is the sausage!"
"Well, this was a comedy play by two comedians and broadcast in 2002 in German TV, so I tried to translate and will give comments to the last part where one must be aware of French language too:
Location: a plain restaurant, a customer sitting at a table, the waiter brings the
soup.
So, for me this was a joke to really laugh about. The necessary ingredients: one is puzzled by the mixing up of "H" and "hair" (German Haar); one is astonished to find a 15 cm large letter in the soup; one is asking why the French joke should be better; and we can laugh about the stupid French guys (what is still something in Germany). Got It? I know is nearly impossible to translate."
"Well, you asked for something with a little body in it." "It must have committed insecticide." "Yes, sir, flies aren't very good swimmers" "Yes, sir, it's the heat that kills them." "Yes, sir, we ran out of spiders"
Customer: "It's hard to tell with a mouthful of seared flesh." --from Mad magazine's Snappy Answers to Stupid Questions
(thanks to Antony Waterman for the cite.)
(ditto on the thanks!)
"Shhhhhh. Everyone will want one." That's funny. There were two when I left the kitchen" "Don't worry, sir, the spider in the bread roll will get it." "That's possible. The chef used to be a tailor." "Now that fly knows a good soup." (Milton Berle) "Okay, I'll bring you a fork." "So what? There's soup on your fly." "Don't worry, it's not hot enough to burn him." "No, sir, that's the essential vitamin bee."
Patron: Waiter! 8. Politically wise acre
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