me: knock knockEither way, BEST KNOCK-KNOCK JOKE EVER.
Spencer: who it be?
me: hi. it's me, knockers
Spencer: oh. hi knockers
me: can i borrow your belt sander? i need to do some belt sandin' for mrs. knockers
Spencer: um. sure. here it is
me: what?! you're crazy man. you can't give me a belt sander over google chat
Spencer: oh. um. right. okay. well. i can...drop it off. with mrs. knockers
me: could you? and sorry i threw up on you. just now
Spencer: um. yeah it's okay
me: why are you dressed like that?
Spencer: that’s a...good...question, knockers.
me: did you know i'd be dressed exactly the same? have you been spying on me?
Spencer: maybe, knockers.
me: what's that?
Spencer: that’s my new kitten
me: why is it shaped like a glass coffee table?
Spencer: new trendy kitten
me: you wouldn't be trying to put one over on old knockers, would you?
Spencer: aw, knockers. you know I would never do that
me: what about that time you stole all that money from me because you tricked me into giving you my credit card numbers and social security card?
Spencer: well, that was identity theft, that wasn't a joke
me: OH MY GOD. is that a KNIFE?!
Spencer: no, knockers. that's the kitten again
me: oh, i see now
me: could you stop punching me in the teeth?
Spencer: that's the wind
me: if you say so. well, knockers is gonna go get to gettin' to, by which i mean writing my novel
Spencer: you have fun now. knockers.
me: and don't send over the belt sander. the truth is that i never needed one. i just wanted a reason to say hello
Spencer: and you’re welcome to come over and say hello anytime, knockers
[ then there was a lull ]
me: knock knock
[ Spencer did not respond ]
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Philosophical deconstruction of the knock-knock joke? Or me irritating Spencer by pretending I don't know how knock-knock jokes work? YOU DECIDE.