Skeletons in the Closet

“There is something about a closet that makes skeletons terribly restless.” ~Anon

A ferrier from Gaston, a Super Soldier from LOC, a bar tender from Notre Damn, and a fisherman from Unicorn Lake went camping at Troy’s Fish Camp.

At the campfire they were telling each other some new jokes. The Super Soldier said “I have an idea, let’s tell some old jokes, only instead of actually telling them, let’s number them and see if the others can guess what they are by their numbers.”

The ferrier grabbed a bottle of Rebel Yell then said “Interesting idea. I’ll go first. 42” Everyone laughed.

Super Soldier said “Ha! good one, Don. But that’s not even a prime number. How about this one: 17”

“Ha ha ha – that’s the best one yet” said the fisherman. “Ok, here’s mine:” Then he showed his hands without a word.

No one laughed. They just squirmed in their seats like they were being bitten by fire ants. Don said: “Some people don’t know how to tell a joke Podesta.”

The bar tender downed two bottles of cab he swiped from Grape Vegas – one after the other. 217

A guy named Q was lurking in the shadows, just watching and listening like a big black cat. At this point he could take no more and gave the Fighting Irish two black eyes. “That’s not a joke Mahoney.”

What will he do to the fisherman? I wonder.

Moral of this story: This is Titania now, NOT Satania.