Last week, Waxy Dragon joked about elephants, so this week, let's talk about the rest of the circus.
The circus had a biblical act where a lion laid down with a lamb. Whenever it didn't work out, the circus would just buy a new lamb and not feed the lion that night.
Did you hear that the Rubber Man had to be hospitalized?
He had a blowout.
What did the sword swallower say when he accidentally picked up the clown's foot?
"My, but that tastes flat."
The Human Skeleton wanted a unique disguise for Halloween, so he ate a lot of olives until he looked like a string of beads.
What's all that commotion over by the sideshow tent?
The fire eater ate something that didn't agree with him, so now everyone is in a rush to cure his hiccups!
|Image courtesy of Wikipedia|
He's now starring as the world's tallest midget.
When exploring history, BC does NOT stand for Before Circus.
Every circus dreads the giraffes catching a cold. After all, can you imagine the vet trying to stand on a ladder to treat its sore throat?
The school children went on a tour of the circus. Looking at the lions in their cages, they were told that despite their size, the lions were nothing but big pussycats.
"I'm not sure I believe it," replied one student. "Between the wagging tail and the roaring mouth full of teeth, I'm not sure which end to trust."
A man went to apply for a job at the circus, telling the manager he could do bird imitations.
"That's nothing. I already have a lot of people who can do bird noises," replied the manager.
"Oh well," said the man. Then he started flapping his arms and flew off.
But now, before we go, from one of my favorite films, the most appropriate circus song I know.
From the 1939 Marx Brothers movie At the Circus, here's the one and only Groucho singing "Lydia the Tattooed Lady", written by Harold Arlen and Yip Harburg.
(Video clip courtesy of YouTube, and ALL the Marx Brothers movies are highly recommended!)
So until next week, take care of yourselves, and please come back next time for more Sunday Funnies!-AtP.
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