Strangers on a bus

I was a precocious little mite when I was 5 and thought nothing of starting conversations with random people who were nearby much to the cringing of my mother.

So you know the old classic, "What do you call a man with a seagull on his head?" "Cliff." I told a complete stranger sitting behind my mum and I, my own reworked version.

"Hello Mister. What do you call a man with a fountain on his head."

*confused look*

"I'm sorry, are you talking to me?"

*mother cringes slightly*

"What do you call a man with a fountain on his head?"

"I don't know."

"Silly."

Don't worry world, I fully intend never to procreate.
( djtrialprice, Wed 3 Dec 2008, 13:30, 4 replies)

My little sister cracked a similar one
Aged about five she was convinced she'd got the measure of the old 'knock, knock' jokes - certainly sufficiently to pen her own.

'knock, knock'

'who's there?'

'margaret'

'margaret who?'

'margaret cox'*

*the woman down the road.

We all agreed it needed a little work....
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 3 Dec 2008, 13:51, closed)

My Little Step-Brother
When aged about four/five was exactly the same. The two that spring to mind are:

Why did the car win the race?
It went faster than the other ones

Why did the man go to the shop?
Because he did

Have a *click* for reminding me of the daft little bugger...he got taken to Australia so we don't see him much
(Freak on a Leash is jerking off to centre himself on, Wed 3 Dec 2008, 15:06, closed)

I rremember that one. A classic.
But I think you were only about two or three.

Always were a precocious little bugger.

I also remember you asking Mum why a man on the bus had a chocolate face.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Thu 4 Dec 2008, 10:03, closed)

Lies!
I thought I asked that about Mr T while watching the A-Team.
( djtrialprice, Thu 4 Dec 2008, 10:32, closed)