If you ever want to make sure I keep a secret, tell it to me in the form of a joke.
I guarantee I’ll forget it.
3 jokes. All I can remember. (Since they are kind of a triad, technically they could be considered a single unit.)
For some reason this little trio has stuck with me for decades. And I still laugh uproariously every time I tell them.
I can’t help it. They are so STINKING funny (You’ll see the humor of that line in just a minute)
Me. The Prude. Laughing till my sides hurt at toilet humor and keeping it as the shining and solitary jewel in my joke repertoire.
Please enjoy. I think these are a gas.
Q: What’s brown and sits in the woods?
A: Winnie’s pooh
Q: What’s brown and sits in the army barracks”
A: Gomer’s Pyle
(Aren’t you young’uns happy I identified that obsolete and obscure reference?)
Q: What’s brown and sits on a piano bench?
A: Beethoven’s Last Movement
Oh wait. You didn’t think they were THAT kind of dirty jokes. Did you?