DON’T BLAME MADPRIEST, BLAME WICKED ELLIE

WARNING: This joke has an absolutely vile rating of 10.

David, the fisherman, had driven by the lake many times and had seen some other anglers about, so he decided to give his luck a try.

On his first day of fishing he had no luck at all but noticed that another fisherman near him that was scooping in one after another. He had to know The Secret. "Excuse me sir, but would you mind telling me what sort of bait you are using?" he asked.

The other man looked around a bit embarrassed. "Well, I am a surgeon, and quite by accident I found that human tonsil works very well."

David thanked the man, thought about what sort of bait to try next time, and left.

The next day, David returned to the lake, tried a different bait and still had no luck. Just as the day before, there was yet a different man reeling in fish after fish. "Excuse me," asked David, "but could you suggest a bait that I could try?"

"Well, I can, but I am not sure it will do you any good. I am using a bit of human appendix."

"Hmm," thought David. It seemed that the fish in this lake would require a little more effort than normal. He left, willing to give the lake one more try.

On the third day, David still had no luck. As was usual, there was yet another man near him bringing in fish left and right.

David wanted to confirm what he already knew. "Excuse me sir, but are you a doctor?"

"No, I am a Rabbi." replied the man.

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DON’T BLAME MADPRIEST, BLAME WICKED ELLIE — 25 Comments

  1. Glad you liked it, Cathy. I, on the other hand, did not anticipate the punch line! (I tend to be a terribly gullible person sometimes, as you might expect.)

  2. No, KJ. She’s a sort of nun. Which means she can do anything she wants to do. I mean, who would pick a fight with a nun?

  3. I didn’t anticipate the punchline either. I was too busy feeling sick. Of course, being an Aussie, Cathy will have a much stronger stomach for this sort of thing.

  4. Not forgetting I am also female and therefore cheerfully sanguine about these sorts of jokes in a way that a bloke never could be.

    wv – sterem – don’t use that bit for fishing bait, whatever you do

  5. well I dunno Dah-veed, you could see that the punchline was going to involve a commonly removed body part like an appendix or tonsil, and because by definition a punchline has to get a big reaction, it was almost bound to be something to do with sex, and there are loads of Rabbi/circumcision jokes, so that made it obvious.

    It actually isn’t laugh-out-loud funny, is it, but there is a sort of callous logic to it. Most funny things are also callous or cruel.

  6. I wasn’t accusing or indeed thinking of you in particular, Mad Priest. It’s a truism regarding comedy.

  7. I didn’t see it coming. I thought it was funny. Actually it reminds me of a nurse I knew who assisted at circumcisions. She said the money was pretty ordinary but that the tips were good.

  8. Oh, I see, cathy. I’m just included under “general comedy” now, am I?

    No!!!! You definitely don’t come under any general headline, Mad Priest. Would you like me to accuse you of cruelty and callousness? I will if it will make you happy.

  9. Boaz – ewwwww!!!!!

    wv – galileo!! More high singing in a Freddy Mercury voice? That would be the appropriate response to Boaz’s joke.

  10. PS don’t read “accusing or indeed thinking of you” as a slur in some way, it wasn’t meant that way at all.

  11. If he had said he was a mohel I would have gotten it.

    I would advise against that. At your age, Dah-veed, it would be very painful.

  12. Yes, please. It would be good for my street cred.

    Mad Priest, you’re a total bastard.

    How’s that? …

  13. While it can be painful at any age, I with David was also expecting a mohel in the punchline.

    Now if the rabbi had a suitcase in the boat with him, I’d be really confused.

    And I don’t think that MP should be considered under general comedy. Field marshal comedy, though, is not beyond reach.

    wv = skiene
    (a groupie of the slopes)

  14. Field marshal comedy, though, is not beyond reach.

    Trouble with the privates again, eh?
    Pesky blighters.