The Only Joke In My Back Pocket

I will go to my grave remembering my first checking account number (6185021200); every word of Macbeth’s soliloquy in Act 5 Scene 5 of the eponymous play (“…full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”); and the names of all the boys I’ve ever kissed (which I won’t include since my mother reads this).

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Figure 1

But remember a new joke? Impossible. When someone unloads a lulu in my direction that absolutely makes me lose my breath through paroxysms of laughter, I vow to commit it to memory. Predictably, when I try to recall it only hours later for my husband or my friend Jules (who laughs at anything, God bless her – see Figure 1), it’s gone.

I do, however, have the capacity to carry ONE joke–reliably–in my back pocket. I roll it out to my students each year when the time is right and delight in the range of reactions: from pretending they get it, to appreciating its relevance, to shock and embarrassment. (That I always set it up by closing the classroom door and making them swear to “not tell your parents you heard this joke from me” adds a sense of impropriety that hooks ’em like barracudas on a hot dog.)

Ready? You can listen to the joke here. (Don’t forget to close the door.)

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Do you have a “back pocket joke”? Go ahead; make me laugh! (Share it below.)




2 Comments Add yours

  1. trishrohr says:

    What did the girl mushroom say to the boy mushroom?
    Gee, You’re a Fun-Guy….

    It’s all I’ve got….

    Liked by 1 person

    1. elenahershey says:

      YESSSS! A science teacher joke!

      Liked by 1 person

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