Once we began
our popular trivia column Where Three Ways Meet, there was no
turning back. “Why not have a some jokes?” the cry went up. “Now
and then we find good jokes on the Internet, or on the notice board at
work. Let’s share them in Bikwil.”
initial disinclination, we have decided from this issue on to include
in our pages an occasional handful of “did-you-hear-the-one-abouts”.
We’re calling the series The Feral Joke
Of course, any
given yarn could easily turn out to be old hat to you. Jokes have this
genetic propensity, don’t they, to self-replicate so fast that,
before you know it, almost everybody is telling ‘em? If you see some
here like that, please bear with us — we promise that one day you’ll
turn the page and there will be the gag that’ll make you the life
and soul of your next dinner party.
As with WTWM,
The Feral Joke Collector does not demand originality or even
acknowledgment. All contributions will be tagged “Forwarded by . . .”
before I forget. I’ve managed to track down a copy of that uproarious
“hotel/motel-bars-of-soap” story that was doing the rounds a few
years ago. Watch out for it in a few months’ time.