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Charlie Hatton
Brookline, MA
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Happy Friday, boys and girls! It's time once again for 'Punchline Fever'! For those of you who are 'Fever' virgins -- oh, you adorable little things, you -- here's how the game is played:
1) I'll sit around, day and night, thinking of a short but flexible setup for a joke.
B) I'll post the best setup I can think of, but with a blank where the punchline should go.
iii) Then it's up to you to come up with your best line, and leave it in the comments, for all to snicker over.
That's all there is to it -- now strap on your jokin' pants and catch the Feeeever!
Punchline Fever #5:
'It was bad enough that Larry mixed up the phone numbers for the phone sex line and the car dealership. But things really got confusing when ____________________.'
When the salesperson asked him to be sure to bring his wife along to ensure that the family would be happy with his choice.
So there I am blogging happily along and listening to some stuff I've loaded on to my Winamp playlist. Not that I paid attention to everything I loaded, mind you. Just a grabbed a bunch of music from my miscellaneous folder and began listening while typing. All of a sudden I hear, "...stripper sweat,..." and I think, "Charlie?"
So I minimize my window to see and sure enough, there is your very first comedy video playing in my music playlist. You're everywhere! I knew it was a plot for my attention, so it worked, here I am posting to you to tell my story.
Thanks for the smile, again.
The saleswoman with the sultry voice offered him a hummer for half-price and the hooker, er, gigilo(?) asked him to come down so he could have a good look at his trade-in.
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... the salesman asked what it would take to sell Larry a brand new 'Probe'.