When I was a kid, I was given a book of “Waiter” jokes.
- Waiter, there’s a fly in my soup.
Don’t worry, sir. He won’t drink much. - Waiter, there’s a fly in my soup.
Quiet, sir. Everyone will want one. - Waiter, what is this fly doing in my soup?
I believe it’s the backstroke, sir.
This and the “Bob Vlasic’s Pickle Joke Book…guaranteed to pickle your funny bone!“, may explain my very warped sense of humor. Admittedly, waiter jokes are not exactly hilarious…most of them are not even mildly amusing; however,
