Welcome to another Monday, crap joke fans. Before we get to today’s joke, many of you have been asking for an update on the police investigation into the great crap joke logbook heist (the shameless act that took place way back in the days of CJotD #13). We have news to report.
Yesterday afternoon the investigation reached something of a crescendo. We were convinced the key suspect – a scruffy-looking work experience student with us for a few months – was about to break and confess all in the boardroom (which was being used as a makeshift interrogation suite). Creative use of bright lights, a ‘good cop, bad cop’ routine and intimidating glaring from the boys in blue had rendered him a shaking, exhausted wreck.
But, just as we became even more certain that a confession was on the cards, the interview was cut short by our excitable receptionist who, flinging the door open and screaming in delight, was waving the logbook above her head like a crazy semaphore enthusiast. It seems the hallowed book had been taken home for routine updating by a member of the archive team who had subsequently been out of the office ill. Evidently no-one saw fit to contact him.
We are now working with the authorities to try and avoid several potential charges of wasting police time. Regardless however, we are delighted to have the logbook back in our possession. We are also undertaking a review to ensure our processes for taking CJotD property out of the office are up to scratch – some form of register might be in order.
So – phew – normal service can resume. But to mark the end of this quite scandalous affair, today’s Crap Joke of the Day™ is one with a message: misdeeds have consequences.
A mate of mine is in the army. He ate all the pudding rations.
He was shot for deserting.
Another one of those, same time tomorrow.