My Fellow Comedists:
In many houses of worship, they pass a collection plate. Comedists donate jokes of value. Let's go back to the classic theme, "A man walks into a bar..."
Dig deep, give your best.
I believe this one was first told to me by "YKW":
A sandwich walks into a bar and orders a drink. The bartender looks up and says, "I'm sorry, we don't serve food here."
And my all-time favorite:
A man walks into the bar of the penthouse restaurant of the Hilton in Times Square. A drunk walks over puts $100 on the bar and bets him the he could jump out the window and fly around the building.
The guy says, "You're drunk."
The drunk says, "I may be, but I'm going to do it whether you take the bet or not, so you might as well make the money, right?"
So, he puts $100 on the bar, the drunk opens the window, flies around the building, picks up the $200 and puts it in his pocket."
Incredulously, the guy asks, "How did you do that?"
"Easy," says the drunk, "I'm an architectural engineer and if you look at the height and location of this building with two larger buildings to the east and west, it creates a wind tunnel effect that supports up to 300 pounds or so. You just lean your body and the air currents take you around. Now you go do it to that guy."
"I don't know," says the guy.
"Look," the drunk tells him, "if you don't I will, and you're down $100."
So the guy walks over, makes the bet, opens the window and plummets to his death.
The bartender looks up and says, "You're a real bastard when you're drunk, Superman."
Live, love, and laugh,