Welcome to the end of Thursday, crap joke fans. You’ve done it – you’ve broken the back of the week. Four days done, just one full day to go. Whatever tales of work-based joy or hell this week has delivered, you can rest easy: you’ve just about mastered each and every one of them.
What’s that you say? CJotD seems in a rather buoyant mood? Why, yes we are, faithful reader. Everyone here at HQ (aside from the long-suffering CJotD IT team, who have been struggling manfully with an uncooperative photocopier) has been contributing to something of a carnival atmosphere. Even the three-strong accounts team have been in on the act, each wearing an official CJotD cap at a daring jaunty angle.
Putting yesterday’s announcement – and a certain amount of acrimony it created between our editorial and public relations teams – behind us, CJotD employees young and old were delighted to hear that our board is planning a special range of celebrations to coincide with our 50th ever Crap Joke of the Day™. A CJotD party committee has been elected, and put to work with a bulging budget (our coffers received a welcome boost after CJotD #8 received a lucrative offer from Hollywood – more to follow).
Watch this space for more details on our 50th birthday celebrations. In the meantime, here’s today’s particularly apt crap joke. Enjoy – and tell your friends about CJotD. They deserve some ‘so bad its good’ in their lives.
I somehow managed to get jelly in one ear and custard in the other.
I think I’m a trifle deaf.
Another one of those, same time tomorrow.