Yesterday was not a good day for me. Apart from the fact that I’ve been sick for a couple days, I discovered that back in September I let myself get distracted and screwed up on something that … well, let’s just say it shouldn’t have happened. Picture an afternoon filled with the sound of my head hitting the desk. Repeatedly. In fact, you may have heard me.
In an attempt to distract me, Gizmo Guy told me this joke:
A very tall man walks into a bar, and a lady recognizes him as real Rugby player. They start to talk, and eventually go back to his place. They start to kiss, and the man takes off his shirt. On his arm, he has a tattoo that says REEBOK.
“What’s that for?” the lady questions.
“Oh, I have this so that when I’m on TV, people will see my tattoo, and Reebok pays me.”
Then the man takes off his trousers, and on his leg, he has a tattoo that says NIKE.
‘What’s that ?’ the lady questions again.
“Just like the Reebok tattoo, I get paid when this tattoo is seen on TV.”
Then the man drops his underwear and on his dangley thing, he has a tattoo that says AIDS.
The lady screams: “Don’t tell me you have AIDS!”
The man replies: “No, no. Calm down. It will say ADIDAS in a minute.”