Since my last post on this particular thread there were about 50 new posts. I saw that and thought Cool !! 50 new jokes and whatnot. Well… not so much. If y’all want to take over a thread, you should have posted over Ben’s harmonica lesson for We Are The World.
I’ve been doing some thinking lately:
If I weighed 99 pounds and ate a pound of nachos, would I be 1% nacho?
If I bought a bigger bed, I’d be left with more bed room, but less bedroom.
If I worked as security at a Samsung store, would that make me Guardian of the Galaxy?
Are oranges named oranges because oranges are orange, or is orange named orange because oranges are
orange?
I’ll let y’all do some thinking now!
Here you go…
The word “orange” derives ultimately from Proto-Dravidian or Tamil நாரம் ( nāram ). From there the word entered Sanskrit नारङ्ग ( nāraṅga ), meaning ‘orange tree’. The Sanskrit word reached European languages through Persian نارنگ ( nārang ) and its Arabic derivative نارنج ( nāranj ).[25]
The word entered Late Middle English in the 14th century via Old French pomme d’orenge .[26] Other forms include Old Provençal auranja ,[27] Italian arancia , formerly narancia .[25] In several languages, the initial n present in earlier forms of the word dropped off because it may have been mistaken as part of an indefinite article ending in an n sound. In French, for example, une norenge may have been heard as une orenge . This linguistic change is called juncture loss. The color was named after the fruit,[28] with the first recorded use of orange as a color name in English in 1512.[29][30]
Now you have one less question to think (or worry) about! 
Now I can sleep at night!
Sure!! But in the bed room or in the bedroom?? 
These are terrible sorry. But they are.
I don’t think they were that baaaaaaaaad. 
OK, let me try: Three boys on the playground were bragging about their dads. One said. “My dad scribbles a few words, calls it a song and they pay him $50.” “Oh, yeah. My dad scribbles a few words, calls it a poem and they pay him $100.” “That’s nothing,” said the third kid. My dad scribbles a few words, calls it a sermon and it takes six people to collect all the money in the room!”
When God finished the creation of Adam, He stepped back, scratched His head and said, “I can do much better than that!”
One day, a teacher was talking to her first grade class about whales when a little girl had a question.
Little Girl: “Do whales swallow people?”
Teacher: “No, even though they are much bigger than a person, they have throat pleats that filter their food of krill and plankton.
Little Girl: “But Mrs. Thurston says Jonah was swallowed by a whale.”
Teacher getting angry: “Blue whales cannot swallow people.”
Little Girl: “Well, when I get to heaven I’ll just ask Jonah if he was really swallowed by a whale.”
Teacher, still red with anger: “What if Jonah went to hell?”
Girl: “Well, then you can ask him.”
A mother went to wake her son for church one Sunday morning. When she knocked on his door, he said, “I’m not going!” “Why not?” asked his mother. “I’ll give you two good reasons,” he said. “One, they don’t like me. Two, I don’t like them.” His mother replied, “I’ll give you two good reasons why YOU WILL go to church. One, you’re 47 years old. Two, you’re the pastor!”
Anybody know that feeling when you’re practicing the banjo and someone walks up and says, “That sounds great! Is it ‘Foggy Mountain Breakdown’ or ‘Amazing Grace’?”
