02.29.08 5:00 AM CST
• Books
• Conor Hogan
This past weekend I wandered through a flea market on 21st Street, and a familiar woman caught my eye. It was Playboy’s Femlin adorning the cover of a tattered Party Jokes book from 1957. After 30 seconds of obligatory bargaining with the raspy salesman, I bought the book and began to peruse the yellowed pages.
While a number of the jokes, poems and cartoons have grown stale with age, there remain a bunch that have stood the test of time. Here is one of my favorites:
A drunk and his inebriated friend were sitting at a bar.
“Do you know what time it is?” asked the drunk.
“Sure,” said the friend.
“Thanks,” said the drunk.
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Comments on this entry:
more jokes please :) they cheer me up!
xxx
How or where do you go to submit a joke?
You could mail any jokes to:
Party Joke Editor
Playboy Magazine
730 5th Avenue
New York, NY 10019
How do you get the woman you love to quit smoking ? Slow down and use a lubricant.
my girlfriend and I love to go to the horse races. I told her I was going to buy a race horse. I would name him
MY FACE
She said,"Why would you ever name him that?" I said, "because when he is winning you will hear the crowd yell"
Yes CUM-ON-MYFACE! CUM-ON-MYFACE!