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Oct 06 2013

Sunday Funnies

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    bahrfeldt

    The first one was in the B.C. comic strip years ago. Something to the extent of “Me Thor”, “I thought tho, the way you were thrceaming”.

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    Reginald Selkirk

    About the last one – shouldn’t that be eight tickles? Ten tickles would be more suited to squid.

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    Trebuchet

    The first one was in the B.C. comic strip years ago. Something to the extent of “Me Thor”, “I thought tho, the way you were thrceaming”.

    That’s appropriate, since both Johnny Hart of BC and Scott Adams of Dilbert were/are pretty much bigoted assholes.

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    Tabby Lavalamp

    Reginald, the pun wouldn’t work then.

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    StevoR : Free West Papua, free Tibet, let the Chagossians return!

    First one reminds me of an old rhyme :

    The thunder god went for a ride
    Upon his favourite filly,
    “I’m Thor!” he cried,
    The horse replied,
    “You forgot your thaddle thilly!”

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    StevoR : Free West Papua, free Tibet, let the Chagossians return!

    Oh & eggs came first by a very long margin, the amphibians evolved external eggs – and indeed even fish before that I think, long before dinosaurs evolved into birds.

    That’s over easy! ;-)

    Third one with lifeguard Jesus – wouldn’t he just resurrect and walk away whistling?

    @4. Tabby Lavalamp : Meh, “how do you make a squid laugh? With ten tickles!” works okay for me.

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    thebookofdave
    The first one was in the B.C. comic strip years ago. Something to the extent of “Me Thor”, “I thought tho, the way you were thrceaming”.

    That’s appropriate, since both Johnny Hart of BC and Scott Adams of Dilbert were/are pretty much bigoted assholes.

    As I recall, the joke ends: “You think you’re Thor? I can’t even thit!”. Perhaps Adams and Hart sought to give their readers a SFW version, and felt confident theirs would sell regardless of whether they were decent human beings, created original art, or were funny.

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    brucegee1962

    Well, Neil Gaiman used the raunchy version in Sandman “A Season of Mists.” Gaiman isn’t a jerk, but he was implying that Thor was.

    That said, sometimes I wondered if sometimes Gaiman came up with horrible characters just so he could let them tell horrible jokes. For instance, Nimrod, the MC of the “Cereal Convention.”

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    Nick Gotts

    thebookofdave@7,

    The version I heard had the punchline:
    “Tho am I, but I’m thatithfied!”

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    cactuswren

    The Thong of Thor

    In days of yore, the great god Thor would ramp around creation.
    He’d drink a pint and slay a giant and save the Nordic nation,
    Or kill a Worm to watch it squirm and vainly try to fang him,
    Or lock up Loki in the pokey and on the noggin bang him.

    Once he did bawl through Thrudvang Hall that on a trip he’d wander
    In a disguise from prying eyes, in Midgard way out yonder,
    So all his slaves, huscarls and knaves, packed up his goods and gear, O,
    And off he strode, on Bifrost road, a perfect Aryan hero.

    In Midgard land he joined a band of hardy Viking ruff-i-ans,
    And off they sailed and rowed and bailed among the auks and puff-i-ans.
    Whene’er they’d reach a foreign beach they stopped to raid and plunder;
    Each Nordic brute got so much loot their longship near went under.

    But as they rolled in coins of gold, they had one joy forsaken,
    For on each raid Thor’s party made, no women could be taken.
    Each drab and queen fled from the scene when Viking sails were sighted,
    And Thor felt the need for certain deeds that had gone unrequited.

    Thor’s brows were black as they went back to Oslo’s rocky haven;
    Unto his crew he said, “Beshrew me for a Frankish craven
    “If I don’t wrench some tavern wench, or else may Frigga damn her.”
    Replied one voice, “You got first choice; you’ve got the biggest hammer.”

    Into an inn that crew of sin disembarked upon their landing,
    Each tavern maid was sore afraid of pirates of such standing.
    But golden coins warmed up their loins and the ale soon ran free;
    Thor’s motley crew poured down the brew and made an all-night spree.

    Thor’s glances strayed unto a maid with hair as gold as grain,
    A lisp so shy, a downcast eye, and not a trace of brain;
    He swept her charms into his arms and to an upstairs bower,
    And did not cease nor give her ease for six days and an hour!

    When he rose up and drained a cup, she looked like one that’s near death:
    Her limbs were weak, she could not speak, and only gasped for her breath.
    “You ought to know, before I go, I’m Thor,” he bade adieu.
    “You’re Thor!” said she. “Conthider me! I’m thorer, thir, than you!”

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