It was a cold winter day. I walked out onto a frozen lake, cut a hole in the ice, dropped in my fishing line, and waited patiently for a bite. I was there for almost an hour, without even a nibble, when a man from Indiana walked out onto the ice, and cut a hole in the ice next to me. The Indianan dropped his fishing line and minutes later he hooked a Largemouth Bass. I couldn't believe my eyes but chalked it up to plain luck. But, shortly thereafter, the Indianan pulled in another large catch. The Indianan kept catching fish after fish. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. " Hey Indiana Man, I've been here for over an hour without even a nibble. You've been here only a few minutes and have caught a half dozen fish! How do you do it?" The Indianan responded, "Roo raf roo reep ra rums rrarm." "What was that?" I asked. Again the Indianan responded, "Roo raf roo reep ra rums rarrm." "Look," I said, "I can't understand a word you're saying." The Indianan spit the bait into his hand and said... "You have to keep the worms warm!" (DOH!)
My son did this as a quick skit in Cub Scouts last month. They loved doing it; you just know that if it's got anything to do with worms, Cub Scout-aged boys will be all over it. It was really funny watching these kids trying to say their lines without laughing.
Funny last month, and still good. We need some blond jokes, though. Even some blonde jokes would be good. It's been too long since we've had them.
First off, that joke was disparaging to the citizenry of the great state of Indiania, off which it's already been duly noted is the Crossroads of America and a place One May Wander Indefinitely. Stupid Michigan farmers, let alone fishermen.
Secondly, I'd concur on the notion of the parcity of Blond Jokes herein, although I am hesitant to encourage any joke that would involve a blond with worms. I see that could be problematic.
Not that blonds don't, or can't, get worms. I'm sure they can, as much as anyone. I don't know if they'd get jokes with worms, but worms themselves, I'd have to think so. It's not like your hair color would make you immune.
Having been a Cub Scout, and a darn good one, I would think they're pretty funny just being themselves, let alone on a stage. I still have my neckerchief, and might even wear it to work someday. If I could find a heavy, stiff, dark blue shirt to go with it. Criminy, I loved going to school in uniform but it was like wearing a canvas suit.
Having fished in Michigan, I was pleased to see the Indian was more adept than the local, and was able to walk on water to boot. All in all, I think the Indian came out looking pretty good, except for the speech impedediment.
Ace; then again, the punchline was getting too close to "Fear Factor" to be too enjoyable...