joke with CAVEATS
1- I think about three people will get this. One is poor_choices, and the other two are my sister and brother-in-law, if they happen to stop by my LJ.
2- I have already told poor_choices this joke via Twitter.
3- I really DO NOT CARE, I love it so much.
So for the Babylon 5 fans out there, THE GREATEST JOKE EVER:
Knock knock.
(Who's there?)
Kosh.
(Kosh who?)
GESUNDHEIT.
*cue TEN MINUTES OF ME ROLLING AROUND GIGGLING AND SNORTING IN GLEE*
GOD I LOVE THIS SHOW. To have this joke following the episode from PAD with Londo's three wives and Delenn's hair fiascoes, it is like SOMEBODY UP THERE LOOOOOOVES ME, AND I THINK WE ALL KNOW WHO IT IS. Thanks, Vorlons.
ETA: In this post of no worth, I feel I must mention a dream I had the other night. I dreamt that Stephen Fry was in town and it was thus clearly my MISSION FROM GOD to track him down and simper at him about how much I loved everything he's ever done. I tracked him across my college campus, to my apartment building, and then to a random bookstore, where I FINALLY ran into him and gibbered at him for a brief moment, before he turned tail and FLED. Rightfully so, Mr. Fry. One of his assistants looked at me, raised an eyebrow, and said, Well, aren't you going to FOLLOW HIM? Suddenly- it was like the end of Love Actually and I was FLYING! after Stephen. We were then in a MALL, and there were other people trying to speak with him, or presumably to speak with intention to gibber. People started to form a queue and I tried to join it, but I kept MESSING UP. First, I was distracted by my old friend Meg joining the back of the queue, so I went to join her! Then I suddenly discovered that I was NO LONGER IN THE RIGHT LINE, and was instead being looked at expectantly by someone working at a pizza stand, waiting for my order. OOPS. I tried to rejoin the PROPER QUEUE (which had QUADRUPLED IN SIZE) and ended up being distracted by someone ELSE from high school, who I'd just happened to insult in that oh-so-inconvenient way that dreams have.
SUFFICE TO SAY, I never made it to the front of the queue, but I ended up waking up with my rehearsed remarks READY TO GO when I did reach the front. AH WELL. Stephen, if you're out there, I promise to do my best not to gibber at you if we ever DO meet, but I hope you'll forgive me if I make no promises.
2- I have already told poor_choices this joke via Twitter.
3- I really DO NOT CARE, I love it so much.
So for the Babylon 5 fans out there, THE GREATEST JOKE EVER:
Knock knock.
(Who's there?)
Kosh.
(Kosh who?)
GESUNDHEIT.
*cue TEN MINUTES OF ME ROLLING AROUND GIGGLING AND SNORTING IN GLEE*
GOD I LOVE THIS SHOW. To have this joke following the episode from PAD with Londo's three wives and Delenn's hair fiascoes, it is like SOMEBODY UP THERE LOOOOOOVES ME, AND I THINK WE ALL KNOW WHO IT IS. Thanks, Vorlons.
ETA: In this post of no worth, I feel I must mention a dream I had the other night. I dreamt that Stephen Fry was in town and it was thus clearly my MISSION FROM GOD to track him down and simper at him about how much I loved everything he's ever done. I tracked him across my college campus, to my apartment building, and then to a random bookstore, where I FINALLY ran into him and gibbered at him for a brief moment, before he turned tail and FLED. Rightfully so, Mr. Fry. One of his assistants looked at me, raised an eyebrow, and said, Well, aren't you going to FOLLOW HIM? Suddenly- it was like the end of Love Actually and I was FLYING! after Stephen. We were then in a MALL, and there were other people trying to speak with him, or presumably to speak with intention to gibber. People started to form a queue and I tried to join it, but I kept MESSING UP. First, I was distracted by my old friend Meg joining the back of the queue, so I went to join her! Then I suddenly discovered that I was NO LONGER IN THE RIGHT LINE, and was instead being looked at expectantly by someone working at a pizza stand, waiting for my order. OOPS. I tried to rejoin the PROPER QUEUE (which had QUADRUPLED IN SIZE) and ended up being distracted by someone ELSE from high school, who I'd just happened to insult in that oh-so-inconvenient way that dreams have.
SUFFICE TO SAY, I never made it to the front of the queue, but I ended up waking up with my rehearsed remarks READY TO GO when I did reach the front. AH WELL. Stephen, if you're out there, I promise to do my best not to gibber at you if we ever DO meet, but I hope you'll forgive me if I make no promises.