The joke thread

[Parafox]

On 08/12/2020 at 09:51, adam1 said:

From the Guardian story on top 10 cracker jokes...

 

 

I'm never buying Aldi Christmas crackers again

[Parafox]

22 hours ago, Izzy said:

My wife finally left me because apparently I "keep over exaggerating everything"

 

Honestly, I was that shocked I nearly tripped over my cock.

 

 

You keep chickens? I'll have a dozen free range large eggs please

[Captain...]

16 minutes ago, Parafox said:

You keep chickens? I'll have a dozen free range large eggs please

You don't get eggs from cocks.

[Bob Weasel Fox]

I’ve been swapping labels around on the wife’s spice jars. She may not know anything about it yet but, mark my words  —  the thyme is cumin.

[Parafox]

23 minutes ago, Captain... said:

You don't get eggs from cocks.

I never said you did, unless you're calling Izzy a cock? 

[Parafox]

21 minutes ago, Bob Weasel Fox said:

I’ve been swapping labels around on the wife’s spice jars. She may not know anything about it yet but, mark my words  —  the thyme is cumin.

And to think your best contribution on the match thread is "Come on City".

[Parafox]

29 minutes ago, Captain... said:

You don't get eggs from cocks.

Pedant 

[Strokes]

3 hours ago, Captain... said:

You don't get eggs from cocks.

It might be a chicken that identifies as a cock you bloody fowl transphobe.

[Trav Le Bleu]

16 hours ago, Strokes said:

It might be a chicken that identifies as a cock you bloody fowl transphobe.

Are you saying there are only three avian genders you bigot!?

[Strokes]

7 hours ago, Trav Le Bleu said:

Are you saying there are only three avian genders you bigot!?

I apologies, if I come across as bigoted it’s because I’m not learned. I understand your poultry difficulties. As a self identifying tier oner, living in tier 3 environment I suffer from all sorts of bigotry. 

[Trav Le Bleu]

7 hours ago, Strokes said:

I apologies, if I come across as bigoted it’s because I’m not learned. I understand your poultry difficulties. As a self identifying tier oner, living in tier 3 environment I suffer from all sorts of bigotry. 

Apologise.

 

Thank goodness it's still acceptable to bully someone for typing inefficiencies.

[Wolfox]

A man goes in for an interview for a job as a TV news broadcaster with STV N

 

The interview went quite well but the trouble was he kept winking and stammering.
The interviewer said, "Although you have a lot of the qualities we're looking for, the fact that you keep winking and stammering disqualifies you."
"Oh, that's no problem," said the man. "If I take a couple of aspirin I stop winking and stammering for an hour."
"Show me," said the interviewer.
So the man reached into his pocket. Embarrassingly he pulled out loads of condoms of every variety - ribbed, flavoured, colored and everything before he found the packet of aspirin. He took the aspirin and soon talked perfectly and stopped winking.
The interviewer said, "That's amazing, but I don't think we could employ someone who'd be womanising all over the country."
"Excuse me!" exclaimed the man, "I'm a happily married man, not a womaniser!"
"Well how do you explain all the condoms, then?" asked the interviewer.
The man replied, "Have you ever gone into a pharmacy, stammering and winking, and asked for a packet of aspirin?"

[Aus Fox]

What’s the difference between a pregnant lady and a light bulb?

 

You can unscrew a light bulb

[Izzy]

As I was checking out at my local supermarket this morning.
The checkout assistant said, "Strip down, facing me".
I was down to my socks and pants before I realized she was talking about my credit card..

[Filbert_Ross]

10 hours ago, Izzy said:

As I was checking out at my local supermarket this morning.
The checkout assistant said, "Strip down, facing me".
I was down to my socks and pants before I realized she was talking about my credit card..

jeeez

[Facecloth]

10 hours ago, Izzy said:

As I was checking out at my local supermarket this morning.
The checkout assistant said, "Strip down, facing me".
I was down to my socks and pants before I realized she was talking about my credit card..

This is the "Joke" thread not the "How was your day" thread.

[Izzy]

My Columbian mate is so pleased that his wife has given birth to twin boys - Emall and Juan.

 

But he only carries a a picture of Juan

 

Because once you've seen Juan...

[dsr-burnley]

Sheffield United fans are denying that they are already relegated.

 

To be fair, they have a point.

[Facecloth]

Guy sits next you me on a train today. Pulls out a picture if his of his girlfriend and says "Ain't she beautiful"

 

I said "If you think she's beautiful you should see my wife"

 

"Why? Is she a stunner as well" he asks

 

I said "No she's an optician"

[Facecloth]

Dave was bragging to his boss one day, "You know, I know everyone there is to know. Just name someone, anyone, and I know them."

Tired of his boasting, his boss called his bluff, "OK, Dave, how about Tom Cruise?"

"No dramas boss, Tom and I are old friends, and I can prove it." So Dave and his boss fly out to Hollywood and knock on Tom Cruise's door, and Tom Cruise shouts,

"Dave! What's happening? Great to see you! Come on in for a beer!"

Although impressed, Dave's boss is still skeptical. After they leave Cruise's house, he tells Dave that he thinks him knowing Cruise was just lucky.

"No, no, just name anyone else," Dave says.

"Former President Obama," his boss quickly retorts.

"Yup," Dave says, "Old buddies, let's fly out to Washington," and off they go.

They arrive at Obama's House and as they go to knock on the door Obama is just leaving, "Dave, what a surprise, I was just on my way to a meeting, but you and your friend come on in and let's have a beer first and catch up."

Well, the boss is very shaken by now but still not totally convinced. After they leave  he expresses his doubts to Dave, who again implores him to name anyone else.

"The Pope," his boss replies.

"Sure!" says Dave. "I've known the Pope for years." So off they fly to Rome.

Dave and his boss are assembled with the masses at the Vatican's St. Peter's Square when Dave says, "This will never work. I can't catch the Pope's eye among all these people. Tell you what, I know all the guards so let me just go upstairs and I'll come out on the balcony with the Pope." He disappears into the crowd headed towards the Vatican.

Sure enough, half an hour later Dave emerges with the Pope on the balcony, but by the time Dave returns, he finds that his boss has had a heart attack and is surrounded by paramedics.

Making his way to his boss' side, Dave asks him, "What happened?"

His boss looks up and says, "It was the final straw... you and the Pope came out on to the balcony and the man next to me said, 'Who the **** is that on the balcony with Dave?'

[Izzy]

18 minutes ago, Facecloth said:

Dave was bragging to his boss one day, "You know, I know everyone there is to know. Just name someone, anyone, and I know them."

Tired of his boasting, his boss called his bluff, "OK, Dave, how about Tom Cruise?"

"No dramas boss, Tom and I are old friends, and I can prove it." So Dave and his boss fly out to Hollywood and knock on Tom Cruise's door, and Tom Cruise shouts,

"Dave! What's happening? Great to see you! Come on in for a beer!"

Although impressed, Dave's boss is still skeptical. After they leave Cruise's house, he tells Dave that he thinks him knowing Cruise was just lucky.

"No, no, just name anyone else," Dave says.

"Former President Obama," his boss quickly retorts.

"Yup," Dave says, "Old buddies, let's fly out to Washington," and off they go.

They arrive at Obama's House and as they go to knock on the door Obama is just leaving, "Dave, what a surprise, I was just on my way to a meeting, but you and your friend come on in and let's have a beer first and catch up."

Well, the boss is very shaken by now but still not totally convinced. After they leave  he expresses his doubts to Dave, who again implores him to name anyone else.

"The Pope," his boss replies.

"Sure!" says Dave. "I've known the Pope for years." So off they fly to Rome.

Dave and his boss are assembled with the masses at the Vatican's St. Peter's Square when Dave says, "This will never work. I can't catch the Pope's eye among all these people. Tell you what, I know all the guards so let me just go upstairs and I'll come out on the balcony with the Pope." He disappears into the crowd headed towards the Vatican.

Sure enough, half an hour later Dave emerges with the Pope on the balcony, but by the time Dave returns, he finds that his boss has had a heart attack and is surrounded by paramedics.

Making his way to his boss' side, Dave asks him, "What happened?"

His boss looks up and says, "It was the final straw... you and the Pope came out on to the balcony and the man next to me said, 'Who the **** is that on the balcony with Dave?'

Shame on you making me read all that. I hope you burn your turkey.

[Facecloth]

@Izzy

 

One day, in the midst of the Peruvian jungle, an intrepid explorer called Mac found, on a log, a very small, squishy, red bird with lots more legs than you would normally expect for a bird. Now, Mac had never seen anything like this animal before, and so, taking care in case it was poisonous, he carefully put the bird into a small matchbox that he had.

 

He was so excited about his find that he decided to return to Ireland immediately. So he started the long trek back through the jungle to the river, as the first step towards going home.

After a couple of days of struggling through the jungle, Mac noticed that his little red squishy bird with lots of legs had got larger. In fact, it seemed to be about twice as large as it had been when he caught it, but he decided that it probably wouldn’t get any larger.

 

After hacking his way through more of the jungle on his way back to the river, Mac noticed that the little red squishy bird with lots of legs was now much larger and featherier than it had been before, and was now almost completely filling the matchbox that he’d put it in, so he carefully took the little red feathery bird with lots of legs out of the matchbox, and put it into an empty tobacco tin that he’d just finished, and carried on working his way towards the river.

 

On the day that he reached the river, Mac found that the little red feathery bird with lots of legs was larger again, and would need a larger container soon, if it kept on growing. Luckily, he had a small carton which had contained food, and so he carefully took the little red feathery bird with lots of legs out of the tobacco tin, and put it into the food carton. Mac then built himself a raft, and started sculling down-river, back to civilisation.

 

The little red feathery bird with lots of legs kept growing, and after a few days on the river, it was getting too big to keep in the food carton, so Mac had to empty out his last remaining cardboard box of supplies, and put the little red feathery bird with lots of legs into the cardboard box, and he kept on sculling down the river.

 

Eventually, of course, Mac reached civilisation. By this time, the red feathery bird with lots of legs had grown until it was almost filling the cardboard box that he’d put it in on the river. Not wanting to waste any time, he immediately booked passage back to Ireland, with the red feathery bird with lots of legs, so that he could have it examined by the experts back in Ireland.

 

So that the ship’s captain would accept it, Mac had to put the red feathery bird with lots of legs into some sort of cage or box. He decided that the best thing to put it into would be an old tea-chest, of which the shipping company had many for packing small quantities of goods, so Mac took the red feathery bird with lots of legs out of its cardboard box and put it into the tea chest.

 

Now, sea voyages aren’t very quick, and so the journey took a couple of weeks. During this time, the red feathery bird with lots of legs kept growing, nearly forcing its way out of the tea-chest. After consulting with the captain, Mac decided to empty one of the larger packing crates and to put the red feathery bird with lots of legs into that instead of the tea-chest.

By the time they got to Ireland, the red squishy thing with lots of legs had grown bigger again, and was nearly too big to fit into the packing crate. With a sigh of relief, the captain saw it being lifted off his ship, and onto the quayside, where Mac met with a group of experts from Dublin Zoo and from the Natural History Museum from London.

 

The experts all looked at the big red feathery bird with lots of legs, and ummed and erred over it, and eventually concluded that none of them had seen anything like it before, but they all took pictures of the big red feathery bird with legs, and wrote out descriptions, and went away to see if they could find anyone who knew about it.

 

Mac didn’t know what to do with the big red feathery bird with lots of legs, so he hired a storage unit at the dockside, and moved it out of the packing crate into the storage unit, because by now it was getting a bit too big for the packing crate.

 

After a few days, Mac received a phone call:

`Mac speaking.’

 

`Hello, Mac, this is Professor Emetriusolous of the Natural History Museum in London. We’ve been looking over our records, and we think we know what your big red feathery bird with lots of legs is.’

 

`Yes, and what is it?

 

`Well, we’ve only got records of one other creature like this being found, and that one was blue, not red, but we think it’s the same species. It’s called a rary, and as far as we can tell, it’s never going to stop growing. The only thing you can do now is to kill it.’

 

`Kill it? How? We can’t starve it to death — I haven’t fed it since I found it. It just keeps on growing!’

 

`Well, rary’s are very tough creatures. The only way you can kill a rary is to tip it off the top of a very high cliff.’

 

`Off a very high cliff?’

 

`Yes.’

 

`Well, thank you, Professor.’

 

So, Mac chartered a cargo ship to take the rary to the cliffs of Moher (The bird was far to big to be carried by road by this time). Before they set off, they moved the rary into the largest shipping container they could find for the voyage.

 

Despite this attempt to keep it contained, the rary grew too large for the shipping container, and by the time they passed Cork, the container was bulging, and even before they saw the entrance to the Shannon, the rary had burst out of the container, and was sitting on the foredeck of the ship.

 

The rary kept growing, and after rounding the southern tip of Kilkee, the rary was large enough to cause problems on deck. By the time they reached Galway, the rary had taken up all of the available space on the deck of the ship. However, they had radioed ahead, and had people ready at the dockside to push the rary off the ship onto the land.

 

Mac hired many Mercedes trucks to drag the rary across the countryside to the foothills of the cliffs of Moher. He then hired hundreds of local farmers to drag the rary to the top of the cliffs.

 

Just as they were about to tip the bird off the top of the cliffs,  Mac saw that it was shaking all over. Being intrigued as to why, he walked around to the front of the rary, and said, `What are you shaking like that for?’

 

The rary replied, `I’m scared!’

 

`Why are you scared?’

 

`Well, it’s a long way to tip a rary.’

[Izzy]

22 minutes ago, Facecloth said:

@Izzy

 

One day, in the midst of the Peruvian jungle, an intrepid explorer called Mac found, on a log, a very small, squishy, red bird with lots more legs than you would normally expect for a bird. Now, Mac had never seen anything like this animal before, and so, taking care in case it was poisonous, he carefully put the bird into a small matchbox that he had.

 

He was so excited about his find that he decided to return to Ireland immediately. So he started the long trek back through the jungle to the river, as the first step towards going home.

After a couple of days of struggling through the jungle, Mac noticed that his little red squishy bird with lots of legs had got larger. In fact, it seemed to be about twice as large as it had been when he caught it, but he decided that it probably wouldn’t get any larger.

 

After hacking his way through more of the jungle on his way back to the river, Mac noticed that the little red squishy bird with lots of legs was now much larger and featherier than it had been before, and was now almost completely filling the matchbox that he’d put it in, so he carefully took the little red feathery bird with lots of legs out of the matchbox, and put it into an empty tobacco tin that he’d just finished, and carried on working his way towards the river.

 

On the day that he reached the river, Mac found that the little red feathery bird with lots of legs was larger again, and would need a larger container soon, if it kept on growing. Luckily, he had a small carton which had contained food, and so he carefully took the little red feathery bird with lots of legs out of the tobacco tin, and put it into the food carton. Mac then built himself a raft, and started sculling down-river, back to civilisation.

 

The little red feathery bird with lots of legs kept growing, and after a few days on the river, it was getting too big to keep in the food carton, so Mac had to empty out his last remaining cardboard box of supplies, and put the little red feathery bird with lots of legs into the cardboard box, and he kept on sculling down the river.

 

Eventually, of course, Mac reached civilisation. By this time, the red feathery bird with lots of legs had grown until it was almost filling the cardboard box that he’d put it in on the river. Not wanting to waste any time, he immediately booked passage back to Ireland, with the red feathery bird with lots of legs, so that he could have it examined by the experts back in Ireland.

 

So that the ship’s captain would accept it, Mac had to put the red feathery bird with lots of legs into some sort of cage or box. He decided that the best thing to put it into would be an old tea-chest, of which the shipping company had many for packing small quantities of goods, so Mac took the red feathery bird with lots of legs out of its cardboard box and put it into the tea chest.

 

Now, sea voyages aren’t very quick, and so the journey took a couple of weeks. During this time, the red feathery bird with lots of legs kept growing, nearly forcing its way out of the tea-chest. After consulting with the captain, Mac decided to empty one of the larger packing crates and to put the red feathery bird with lots of legs into that instead of the tea-chest.

By the time they got to Ireland, the red squishy thing with lots of legs had grown bigger again, and was nearly too big to fit into the packing crate. With a sigh of relief, the captain saw it being lifted off his ship, and onto the quayside, where Mac met with a group of experts from Dublin Zoo and from the Natural History Museum from London.

 

The experts all looked at the big red feathery bird with lots of legs, and ummed and erred over it, and eventually concluded that none of them had seen anything like it before, but they all took pictures of the big red feathery bird with legs, and wrote out descriptions, and went away to see if they could find anyone who knew about it.

 

Mac didn’t know what to do with the big red feathery bird with lots of legs, so he hired a storage unit at the dockside, and moved it out of the packing crate into the storage unit, because by now it was getting a bit too big for the packing crate.

 

After a few days, Mac received a phone call:

`Mac speaking.’

 

`Hello, Mac, this is Professor Emetriusolous of the Natural History Museum in London. We’ve been looking over our records, and we think we know what your big red feathery bird with lots of legs is.’

 

`Yes, and what is it?

 

`Well, we’ve only got records of one other creature like this being found, and that one was blue, not red, but we think it’s the same species. It’s called a rary, and as far as we can tell, it’s never going to stop growing. The only thing you can do now is to kill it.’

 

`Kill it? How? We can’t starve it to death — I haven’t fed it since I found it. It just keeps on growing!’

 

`Well, rary’s are very tough creatures. The only way you can kill a rary is to tip it off the top of a very high cliff.’

 

`Off a very high cliff?’

 

`Yes.’

 

`Well, thank you, Professor.’

 

So, Mac chartered a cargo ship to take the rary to the cliffs of Moher (The bird was far to big to be carried by road by this time). Before they set off, they moved the rary into the largest shipping container they could find for the voyage.

 

Despite this attempt to keep it contained, the rary grew too large for the shipping container, and by the time they passed Cork, the container was bulging, and even before they saw the entrance to the Shannon, the rary had burst out of the container, and was sitting on the foredeck of the ship.

 

The rary kept growing, and after rounding the southern tip of Kilkee, the rary was large enough to cause problems on deck. By the time they reached Galway, the rary had taken up all of the available space on the deck of the ship. However, they had radioed ahead, and had people ready at the dockside to push the rary off the ship onto the land.

 

Mac hired many Mercedes trucks to drag the rary across the countryside to the foothills of the cliffs of Moher. He then hired hundreds of local farmers to drag the rary to the top of the cliffs.

 

Just as they were about to tip the bird off the top of the cliffs,  Mac saw that it was shaking all over. Being intrigued as to why, he walked around to the front of the rary, and said, `What are you shaking like that for?’

 

The rary replied, `I’m scared!’

 

`Why are you scared?’

 

`Well, it’s a long way to tip a rary.’

I hope you overcook the sprouts and choke on your Yorkies too

[Facecloth]

One more @Izzy

 

Once upon a time, in the purple kingdom of Purpalon, there lived a purple king. One purple day this purple King, who was purply named Purple Purple the fifth, called his purple son, the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth, over to his purple side.

 

"My purple son," the purple king said to purple prince Purple Purple the sixth, "in another purple kingdom a very short purple distance away there lives another purple king. This purple king has a purple princess that I think that you should marry. Here she is, the purple Princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia."

 

Purple prince Purple Purple the sixth, upon seeing the purple princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia, agreed to marry her. And so, one fine purple day, in the purple garden, Prince Purple Purple the sixth and stood by the purple altar and watched his purple bride-to-be, the purple princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia, march down the purple aisle wearing a purple wedding dress and carrying a bouquet of purple flowers. Just as the purple princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia reached the purple altar, however, an evil purple magician appeared and cast a purple spell on the purple princess. In a purply moment, the purple princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia had vanished.

 

"What have you done?" cried the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth.

 

"I have sent the purple princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia to a purple cave in the purple mountain Mount Purpletop. There, in her purple cave, she is guarded by the purple dragon Purplefang. The purple princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia is purply safe there, but the purple dragon Purplefang, will not let her rejoin the purple kingdoms of Purpalon and Purplonia."

 

"You are purply insane," the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth said to the Purple magician, but the purple magician had vanished.

 

"What are you going to do, my purple son?" the purple king Purple Purple the fifth of Purpalon asked his son, the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth.

 

"I am going to take my purple horse, Purple Lightning, and my purple sword, Purple Death, and go slay the purple dragon Purplefang and rescue the fair purple maiden the purple princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia."

 

"May the purple God speed you well on your purple journey," the purple king Purple Purple the fifth of Purpalon purply blessed his purple son, the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth. With that, the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth got his purple sword, Purple Death, and his purple horse, Purple Lightning, and rode off to the purple mountain of Mount Purpletop and the purple cave thereon, in which lived the purple dragon Purplefang and his purple prisoner the purple princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia.

 

The purple hero of this purple story, the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth of Purpalon, rode his purple horse Purple Lightning over many purple miles over many purple roads and through many purple fields. He crossed many purple streams and many purple mountains, though none of them were the purple mountain of Mount Purpletop and the purple cave thereon, in which lived the purple dragon Purplefang and his purple prisoner the purple princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia. When the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth crossed these purple mountains, he trudged his way through purple snow. Purple sand lined the purple deserts he crossed, and there was purple water in the purple oasises.

 

Eventually, the purple horse Purple Lightning got tired, so the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth carried his purple horse Purple Lightning over many purple miles over many purple roads and through many purple fields. He crossed many purple streams and many purple mountains, though none of them were the purple mountain of Mount Purpletop and the purple cave thereon, in which lived the purple dragon Purplefang and his purple prisoner the purple princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia.

 

When the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth crossed these purple mountains, he trudged his way through purple snow. Purple sand lined the purple deserts he crossed, and there was purple water in the purple oasises.

Finally, the Purple prince Purple Purple the sixth reached the purple mountain Mount Purpletop. There, in a purple cave on top of the purple mountain, Prince Purple Purple the sixth of Purpalon could see the purple smoke from the purple dragon Purplefang who lived in the purple cave in which the purple princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia was a purple prisoner. Our purple hero, the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth of Purpalon, climbed the purple mountain Mount Purpletop and slew the purple dragon Purplefang as the purple beast slept purply. The purple prince Purple Purple the sixth of Purpalon rescued the purple princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia. But their purple adventures were not yet come to their purple close. They still had to get home purple and sound.

 

So...

 

The purple hero of this purple story, the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth of Purpalon, and the newly rescued purple heroine, the purple princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia, rode the purple horse Purple Lightning over many purple miles over many purple roads and through many purple fields. He crossed many purple streams and many purple mountains, though none of them were the same purple mountain of Mount Purpletop which in the purple cave thereon the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth slew the purple dragon Purplefang and rescued the purple prisoner the purple princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia.

 

When the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth crossed these purple mountains, he trudged his way through purple snow. Purple sand lined the purple deserts he crossed, and there was purple water in the purple oasises.

Eventually, the purple horse Purple Lightning got tired, so the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth carried his purple horse Purple Lightning and the newly rescued purple heroine, the purple princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia, over many purple miles over many purple roads and through many purple fields. He crossed many purple streams and many purple mountains, though none of them were the same purple mountain of Mount Purpletop which in the purple cave thereon the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth slew the purple dragon Purplefang and rescued the purple prisoner the purple princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia. When the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth crossed these purple mountains, he trudged his way through purple snow. Purple sand lined the purple deserts he crossed, and there was purple water in the purple oasises.

 

Eventually, The purple hero of this purple story, the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth of Purpalon, got tired, so the newly rescued purple heroine, the purple princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia, carried the purple horse Purple Lightning and the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth of Purpalon over many purple miles over many purple roads and through many purple fields. She crossed many purple streams and many purple mountains, though none of them were the same purple mountain of Mount Purpletop which in the purple cave thereon the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth slew the purple dragon Purplefang and rescued the purple prisoner the purple princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia. When the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth crossed these purple mountains, he trudged his way through purple snow. Purple sand lined the purple deserts he crossed, and there was purple water in the purple oasises.

 

Purple alases and purple alaks, though, for it seems our purple heroes, the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth of Purpalon and the purple princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia got lost on their way home, for they wandered into the purple kingdom of an evil purple king, the evil purple king Purple Purponovov of Purplovia. This evil purple man had the purple heroes,the purple prince Purple Purple the sixth of Purpalon and the purple princess Purplina Purple of Purplonia, arrested and thrown into the purple dungeon. Just before the evil purple king Purple Purponovov of Purplovia threw them in, however, he said....

"Indigo."

[Steve_Guppy_Left_Foot]

 

Luckily I skipped that one after the first line of purples and saw the punchline.