My Dad’s been driving down to Beaumont, Texas every Saturday with a chainsaw…..don’t jump to conclusions….. to help with hurricane cleanup efforts. Since he recently shaved his beard for the first time in many years, several of his friends from church worked alongside him, not knowing who he was.
Eventually some super-friendly guy who my dad knows quite well walked over and introduced himself, “Hi. I’m [Jo Shmoe]. I don’t believe we’ve met before.” My dad just shook his hand with a big smile, “Good to meet you, I’m [Daring Young Grandpa].” Everyone was in complete shock and totally embarrassed that they hadn’t recognized him. What a great joke!
Here’s another I heard recently (I’m pretty sure it’s not a true story):
A Panda walks into a bar, sits down and orders a sandwich. He eats, pulls out a gun, shoots the waiter and gets up to leave. When the bartender tries to stop him, the bear just says, “Hey, I’m a Panda. Look it up,” and storms out. The bartender opens the dictionary to panda: “A tree-climbing mammal of Asian origin, characterized by distinct black and white coloring. Eats shoots and leaves.”
Considering the current state of my health, this one just about did me in. Maybe it won’t seem funny in a week.