I had a friend named Socrates Simpson.

[Fishtail Picklock]

He had a school chum named Euripides Feldman (The rage was naming your children after Greek philosophers). Socrates went into altering garments and 20 years after not seeing his friend, a man walks into a ship that looked identical to his old chum. The man has a pair of slacks in his hand. Socrates looks at this gent and queries, "Euripides?" the man shot back, "Yes, you mend-a-dese?"

[john]

Good one!!!

[sammy the blade]

Duh, I don't get it.

[natcherly]

Duh, I don't get it.

I think Mr. FTPL got ahold of a 1920's junior college joke book and has been postings various selections from it. How else to explain the corny, often bland and relatively clean stories? He claims many are based on his close friends or his immediate family members that must number in the thousands. Some of the jokes are better than others.....Got any featuring Shostakovich?

[Fishtail Picklock]

Do jokes have to be filthy to be funny? I can tell filthy jokes, but I would rather not incur the wrath of the moderators.
Shostakovich? No. Will Benny Goodman suffice?

I heard that you received an invitation in the mail that informed you that you may already be a wiener. No surprise there.

[natcherly]

Oh my, the tongue-in-cheek post I made needling Mr. FTPL about his jokes apparently hit too hard. No one was asking for dirty jokes, but a few family friendly knee-slappers would be welcome.

As for Benny Goodman, how's this?
Cousin Ronnie got sent to a prison in New York and while there, would hum along to Benny Goodman recordings. He would sing Sing, Sing, Sing in Sing Sing.

Pretty bad but in good company

[Fishtail Picklock]

That's okay. I had a neighbor that was engaged in special correspondence. "Celibacy as taught through the mail". This was in conjunction with his first big hit entitled, "The Bottom Has Dropped Out Of Everything But You".