There once was a guy named Artie. Artie needed money so desprately that he decided to rob a bank. He went to the first teller and demanded all her cash. "I don't have any" she said. He choked her and went to the next teller and demanded all his cash. "I don't have any" he said so he choked him and went to third one. "I don't have any," said the teller. He choked her and went to the last teller. "All I have is a dollar," he said. So Artie took the dollar and ran out of the bank. Newspaper headline that night: ARTIE CHOKES THREE FOR A DOLLAR!
Very clever, don't you think? I loved this joke so I wanted to tell it to my neighbor.
" There was this guy named Artie who went into the bank and asked the teller for all her cash. She said she didn't have any, so he conked her on the head and went to the next one." "Mom," little Miriam tugged on my sleeve, "You are telling it wrong!" "Miriam, don't interrupt!" "When he asked the next teller for the cash, he didn't have any either, so he conked him on the head and went to the next one." "Mom, that's not what Artie does!" "Miriam! Leave me alone! I'm telling the joke." "When Artie conks the last teller and leaves the bank, the newspaper printed the following headline: ARTIE CONKS THREE FOR A DOLLAR. Oops. I mean he choked all those tellers.
That was years ago. The other day I thought I would give it another try.
"A guy named Artie goes to the grocery store and buys three artichokes for a dollar." HHHHmmmmmmm. I'm getting worse.
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