No joke: Jake bites his thumb at the sniper and the Mafia
By Jake Hostetter | October 21, 2002Snipers are about as funny as asparagus right now. I told a joke in the dining hall yesterday that started off like this: A rabbi, a goat and a sniper walked into a bar But before I could even get to the part about Pauly Shore, someone threw a bonsai-sized head of broccoli at my left man boob. It was a good thing I was wearing a magician's top hat at the time though, because I promptly counteracted any other kamikaze vegetation with a little Houdini one-and-two that I like to call, "Plan: When-all-else-fails-pull something-out-of-your-hat." Too bad no one was impressed with the average-sized broccoli that I pulled forth from my Lincoln-esque accessory because, first of all, everyone already seemed to have broccoli.
