I’ve always believed that it took a high IQ to be humorous. However here’s a random conversation at Wild Dingo to prove otherwise.
Scott: A hawk flew over our property today.
I’m perplexed at the significance of the conversation.
Scott: It’s a bird of prey.
Me (still perplexed): Was he praying for us?
Unfortunately, conversations like this are not rare at Wild Dingo. I’m beginning to realize that it doesn’t take a high IQ to be funny. It’s just as easy when you’re daft.
ug, the bell curve of humour...three stooges on the right, New Yorker cartoonist on the left, I don't even want to know where I fit. Clever jokesters can easily slum down that sloppy silly slope while dafty jokesters can never swing upward, so I wouldn't apply for my stoogie member card just yet if I were you, you're just slummin silly girl!
Lillybella, I resemble that comment!
WHen it comes to giggles, I'm not choosy!
Daisy is resembled by furballs.
Oh, gosh... And what can be said about a person who doesn't remember colloquialisms and often analyzes the joke so much that she misses the punch line? I did get the "praying" part, however! Good one, Julie!
P.S. I just met a guy on a local bike ride who used to own 2 birds of prey as pets. He would take them to Gardnerville, NV so they could play!
Dana- I think that is called a prey date...batum bing.