posted on Jul, 28 2021 @ 04:28 AM
I heard Joke #8190. It's pretty funny.
The book sure is long these days. I remember when there were only 84.
I was out on the road one evening as the sky was growing darker, the clouds rolling in. I was really hungry and didn't have a decent coat or hat to
keep the rain off. So I checked in at the Federal Pen for the night.
There weren't many rooms available so they put me up in the block reserved for lifers.
After lights out the block was quiet, then I heard "27!", a short pause then laughter. A few minutes later "42!" with a pause followed by
laughter. Of course I had no idea what that was about so I asked my room mate.
He explained, "It gets so boring here on the block, nothing to do but tell jokes to one another."
"What jokes?" I asked, "I only heard 27 and 42."
"We have a book that we write the jokes in. Some times when a new guy gets in he might know a new one, we add it. To make things simpler after lights
out we just call out the number. The book's over there, you can read through it tomorrow so you know which are the funniest."
Just then "15!" followed by immediate uproars of laughter throughout the whole block. Even my room mate was chuckling, "That's a really good
I really only intended to stay the one night, but one thing and another, I was there long enough to read and memorize all 84 jokes.
One night I finally worked up the nerve to tell a joke myself. Number 15 really was a good one and it hadn't been told in quite a while, so I called
out "15" and waited. Silence.
About 10 minutes later one of the old-timers called out "15" followed by immediate uproars of laughter throughout the whole block.
"What the?" I asked "That's the same joke I told and nobody laughed."
"Well" my room mate explained, "Telling a good joke takes skill. Some have got it and others don't."