Welcome to Tuesday afternoon, crap joke fans. Today CJotD broadcasts from a rather damp and overcast London town.
It’s been something of a mad house at Crap Joke of the Day™ HQ today. The party committee organising our 50th birthday celebrations (which fall tomorrow, you’ll notice) has been in overdrive putting the final touches on plans. It’s all very hush-hush, but a money-no-object affair is expected at an extravagant venue somewhere in the capital.
The guest list will no doubt be bulging with high-profile celebrities, CJotD stakeholders and joke opinion formers. Rumour has it that legendary actor, martial artist and reserve deputy sheriff Steven Seagal has accepted an invitation – he is known to be a massive CJotD fan.
Unfortunately we can’t tell you more at present – for a combination of security, health and safety and catering reasons – but we’ll keep you posted.
But enough of tomorrow – we must turn to CJotD #49. Today’s crap joke – sandwiched between two days of celebration – takes a more sombre tone. Yes, it definitely classes as ‘so bad it’s good’: but they can’t be uplifting all the time, can they? Like it? Give it a star rating below and tell your friends.
My mate Dave drowned. At the funeral I got him a wreath in the shape of a lifebelt.
Well, it’s what he would have wanted.
Another one of those, same time tomorrow.