Sound the trumpets: CJotD turns 50 today.
We are humbled to have reached this significant milestone. Without you, faithful crap joke fan, none of this would have been possible. We’ve been celebrating the remarkable achievement of our golden crap jokeaversary here by rewarding a small group of loyal fans – selected through a top-secret ballot – with an exclusive tour of our HQ.
The lucky few were greeted with a glass of champagne in reception, followed by the opportunity to join a real life CJotD brainstorm in the creativity suite. The tour then continued with a visit to the archive vault, the editorial floor and the chill out room. Each lucky fan left with a small memento of their visit: a miniature replica of the famous CJotD crap joke logbook, scale 1:50.
For Crap Joke of the Day™ employees, the fun is only just getting started. Publishing today’s CJotD aside, much of today has been spent preparing for this evening’s party (turns out the accounts team scrub up surprisingly well). Keep an eye out for the review of our party in tomorrow’s CJotD – apparently Steven Seagal has been held up in traffic from Heathrow, but is on his way.
In the meantime, this is it: the joke we’ve chosen to forever wear ‘#50’. Don’t rush reading it – take your time. Treasure this experience: it will be one of those moments your grandkids ask you about.
Apparently a lot of sniffer dogs are vanishing into thin air.
Police say they have several leads.
Another one of those, same time tomorrow.