My Favourite Cute Anthropomorphic Dirty Joke
I have absolutely nothing on my mind tonight and tomorrow paul is threatening to blog about some hockeyball thing, so I’m going to take pre-emptive action and tell a cute dirty joke today.
So this penguin’s taking a vacation in the American southwest, driving through Arizona and New Mexico, investigating the exotic arid climes. A couple miles outside Bisbee, his engine starts to make some alarming hiccoughing sounds, so he pulls off the Interstate and looks for a garage. Because the penguin’s stranded, the mechanic agrees to take a look at the car just as soon as he finished up the job he’s on, but it’ll still take an hour or two. He suggests that the penguin take a look around scenic downtown Bisbee and come back in two hours. With nothing better to do, the penguin agrees and toddles off to investigate the pottery and Navajo blankets.
Hailing as he does from a chillier land, the penguin is soon overwhelmed by the desert heat. He spies an ice cream parlour and stops in for a refreshing cold treat. Soon he is comfortably seated on a sidewalk table under a big umbrella, enjoying a large cup of vanilla ice cream.
The problem at this point, of course, is that penguins have flippers rather than arms. He’s learned to steer his car by pressing his flippers firmly against the wheel, but he’s never really got the hang of using a spoon. After a few embarrassing mishaps, he finally casts decorum aside and plunges his face into the cup, lapping up the ice cream. When he’s done, there’s vanilla smeared all over his face, but he’s cooler and considerably happier. He sees that it’s almost time for his car to be ready, so he takes an ineffectual dab at his face with a napkin and toddles back to the mechanic, vanilla dripping from his jowls.
When he gets to the garage, the mechanic looks at him and says, “Well, it looks like you’ve blown a seal.”
“Oh, no,” says the penguin, “that’s ice cream.”
So this penguin’s taking a vacation in the American southwest, driving through Arizona and New Mexico, investigating the exotic arid climes. A couple miles outside Bisbee, his engine starts to make some alarming hiccoughing sounds, so he pulls off the Interstate and looks for a garage. Because the penguin’s stranded, the mechanic agrees to take a look at the car just as soon as he finished up the job he’s on, but it’ll still take an hour or two. He suggests that the penguin take a look around scenic downtown Bisbee and come back in two hours. With nothing better to do, the penguin agrees and toddles off to investigate the pottery and Navajo blankets.
Hailing as he does from a chillier land, the penguin is soon overwhelmed by the desert heat. He spies an ice cream parlour and stops in for a refreshing cold treat. Soon he is comfortably seated on a sidewalk table under a big umbrella, enjoying a large cup of vanilla ice cream.
The problem at this point, of course, is that penguins have flippers rather than arms. He’s learned to steer his car by pressing his flippers firmly against the wheel, but he’s never really got the hang of using a spoon. After a few embarrassing mishaps, he finally casts decorum aside and plunges his face into the cup, lapping up the ice cream. When he’s done, there’s vanilla smeared all over his face, but he’s cooler and considerably happier. He sees that it’s almost time for his car to be ready, so he takes an ineffectual dab at his face with a napkin and toddles back to the mechanic, vanilla dripping from his jowls.
When he gets to the garage, the mechanic looks at him and says, “Well, it looks like you’ve blown a seal.”
“Oh, no,” says the penguin, “that’s ice cream.”
posted by PapaDogDuvalier | 10:41 PM
1 Comments:
Ha ha ha ha! That's one of my favourite jokes, too! Your plot details and embellishments are great!
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