…And then some!
When I set myself the challenge of telling you a joke a day for 1001 days, I’m not sure that I believed I could do it. It seemed like a fun challenge but I can’t say I had a burning desire to complete it. However, I plodded on; sometimes staying up late with a couple of matchsticks and glowing screen; sometimes scheduling them a week in advance. Occasionally, because of computer or internet problems, I posted late…but I never missed a day!
I told puns and one-liners and shaggy dog stories. I shared lists and cartoons. I lifted stories from news sites, comedians, the telly, and other blogs. I told jokes so bad, I had to give you another dozen to disguise them. And I never missed a day.
When I was stuck for a topic, I looked around the room until something caught my eye, then I Googled it: jokes about computers; jokes about dogs; jokes about chairs. I once shared this habit with you and I was challenged to find a joke about orange. I found a hundred. I have to say, I’m probably Google’s biggest fan.
Some of you love the jokes; some of you never read them. I found it arduous at times to come up with something, but I kept on going for the diehards who wanted their joke for the day. Thank you for making me post a joke a day.
There were times when I was ready to jack it in. I have been tired and unwell this year and ready to take a break from blogging, but I had to post a joke a day. I plodded on. Then I hit day 851: the bulk of the challenge was behind me; the end was almost in sight. I was determined to reach the end.
Animated horse, made by rotoscoping 19th century photos by Eadweard Muybridge. Artistic license has been used to achieve the cartoony look. Animated by J-E Nyström, User:Janke, released under CC-BY-SA-2.5 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
And I did!
I have to say it – I’m rather impressed with myself. Telling a joke a day doesn’t sound that difficult, but have you tried to find funny, clean jokes on the internet or elsewhere? I swear, there isn’t one topic that cannot somehow be made grubby by those with the will to do it. My eyes dropped and my chin boggled at some of the stuff I was forced to filter on your behalf.
But it was worth it. Searching for laughter is always worth it.
Sharing the laughter – my reader-approved-by-poll tagline – is what this blog is all about and you helped me, beloved readers: you shared your jokes by email, post and comment; you re-blogged and pinned the best jokes; you tut-tutted at the duff puns and gently/forcefully steered me in the direction you wanted me to take.
Most of all, you laughed. You commented. You shared the laughter.
Thank you. Thank you for your encouragement. Thank you for your terrible (and sometimes terribly rude) jokes. Thank you for your hilarious jokes.
Thank you for sharing the laughter.
Now, I’m going to take a month off blogging; and re-group.
And that’s no joke.
I have prepared a couple of end-of-challenge posts, to round things off; but there will be no jokes; no posts; no comments after this week.
I apologise to new readers but something’s got to give. I don’t want it to be my sanity.
To soften the blow, I will share my absolute favourite joke from the archive. I laugh out loud every time I read it.
A man was dining alone in a fancy restaurant and there was a gorgeous redhead sitting at the next table. He had been checking her out since he sat down, but lacked the nerve to talk with her.
Suddenly she sneezed, and her glass eye came flying out of its socket towards the man. He reflexively reached out, grabbed it out of the air, and handed it back.
‘Oh my, I am so sorry,’ the woman said, as she popped her eye back in place. ‘Let me buy your dinner to make it up to you.’
They enjoyed a wonderful dinner together, and afterwards they went to the theatre, followed by drinks. They talked, they laughed, she shared her deepest dreams and he shared his. She listened to him with interest.
After paying for everything, she asked him if he would like to come to her place for a nightcap and stay for breakfast. They had a wonderful, wonderful time.
The next morning, she cooked a gourmet meal with all the trimmings. The guy was amazed. Everything had been so incredible!
‘You know,’ he said, ‘you are the perfect woman. Are you this nice to every guy you meet?’
‘No,’ she replied. ‘You just happened to catch my eye.’