The next few jokes were sent to me by my Mom. I threw a couple jokes
out, due to poor taste. My Mom’s California friend, sometimes is not
as ‘choosy’ or careful to be appropriate for all readers. I presented some
to my lunch mates and orally delivered one to the group at break time.
I asked what they thought of these jokes? They agreed these were funny
along with being acceptable and some were laughed at a lot.
Hope this satisfies your Saturday Sillies. It may be like your childhood
‘cartoon mornings’ or just plain give you the giggles at their absurdity.
Here is a series that may have been used in the old days. While I was
growing up in the suburbs of Cleveland and the fine late Saturday night
humor was dealt out by “Big Chuck and Houlihan.” Later Houlihan went
off to Florida, so it was then called, “The Big Chuck and Little John Show.”
Little John had been a ‘sidekick’ to Big Chuck and Houlihan. Then, he got
his ‘lucky break’ and got his name in lights!
This was a set of comedy sketches, perfectly timed during commercial breaks
while Grade C or Grade D movies were being shown. Sometimes, silly sound
effects like glass breaking or a woman shrieking not at a scary part, were
inserted. I am wondering if you have ever had a local television ‘program’
with a host or set of hosts, creating comic relief, during scary or ridiculously
The program’s time slot was after the Saturday night news show. My parents
would sometimes sit up and watch with us, especially if we were in middle
Once upon a time, longer than when I was watching television as a teenager,
this time period was filled by an even older program called, “The Ghoul’s
Then “Ghoulardi” took over from the “Ghoul.” This memorable television
is played back, remembered with nostalgia by many older Cleveland
people. Around Halloween every year, they have some of these shows
“re-aired” or “replayed” on one of the Cleveland, Ohio’s networks. There
is also enough of these fans, to fill a convention hall with the theme
of “The Ghoul” and his predecessor, “Ghoulardi.”
Maybe these people are in their sixties? I am not quite sure, but I have
two Cleveland friends who always ask me if I have any articles about
the convention, taken from my Mom’s newspaper.
I have heard that somewhere in Ohio, teenagers laughed at the skits
on “Chiller Thriller Theater.” The Big Chuck and Houlihan show would
aim their jokes at “Polish” people, so we had jokes about Polish high top
jeans and wearing Polish white socks with black shoes. Then, the mirror
balls in gardens and pink flamingos were aimed at, too. (They considered
this to be so ‘out of style.’ You can still see these in yards and also, added
to this ‘mix,’ sometimes a goose with different holiday costumes.) They
narrowly missed the censors, with several ‘edgy’ Polish sausage jokes, too!
Anyway, since my youngest daughter is a ‘blonde,’ who is kind of ‘spacey’
we have changed these “Polish jokes” over the years, to Blonde Jokes. The
next ones will be labeled, “silly man” or “silly woman,” and you may decide
if there needs to be a different label, when you go to retell them! This series
was a ‘hit’ among the break time group, including Melvin, Tammy, Corey,
Felda and Trevinal. Felda said in the Philippines, their way of making fun
of someone is o begin the joke, “The Tourist. . .” (walked into a bar or
A ‘silly man’s’ dog went missing and he was frantic.
His wife said, “Why don’t you put an ad in the paper?”
He does, but two weeks later the dog is still missing.
“What did the ad say?” The wife questioned her husband.
“Here boy!” he replied.
(Instead of ‘silly,’ he is ‘clueless!’)
A ‘silly woman’ is in jail.
The guard looks in the cell and sees her hanging by her feet.
“Just WHAT are you doing there, missy?”
The ‘silly woman’ responded, “I am hanging myself.”
The guard told her, “It should be around your neck.”
The ‘silly lady’ says, “I tried that, but then I couldn’t breathe.”
A ‘silly’ tourist asks a ‘silly’ tour guide,
“Why do scuba divers always fall backwards off their boats?”
The guide who was ‘pulling the tourist’s leg’ answered,
“If they fell forward, they’d still be in the boat!”
This story is called,
“The Light Turned Yellow.”
The light turned yellow, just in front of him.
He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk,
even though he could have beaten the red light.
He could have accelerated right through the
Behind him, the tailgating woman was furious and
honked her horn,
she yelled out profanities,
as she missed her chance to get through the
intersection. She ended up dropping her cell
phone and makeup, too.
As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap
on her window and looked up into the face
of a very serious police officer. The officer
ordered her to exit her car with her hands up.
He took her to the police station where she was
searched, fingerprinted, photographed and placed
in a holding cell.
After a couple of hours later, a policeman approached
the cell and opened it up. She was escorted back to
the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting
with her personal effects.
He said, “I’m very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled
up behind your car while you were blowing your horn,
flipping the guy off in front of you and cussing a ‘blue streak’
“I noticed the nice bumper stickers on the back of your car. You
have “Choose Life,’ “Follow me to Sunday School,” a “Be Kind to
Animals” emblem and you have a ‘Baby on Board,’ sticker also.”
“So, naturally I assumed you had stolen the car!”
The last story of the day may offend a few people, but remember my 85
year old Mom thought this was “worthy” of putting in my blog. You may
just want to skip it!
A woman who was a ‘tree loving, tree hugging, anti-gun possession’
native of Los Angeles purchased a piece or plot of timberland up north
in the state of Washington.
There was a large tree on one of the highest points of the tract.
She wanted a good view of the natural splendor of her land, so she
decided to climb the majestic tree.
As she neared the top of the tree, she encountered a spotted owl that
In her haste to escape, the woman slid down the tree to the ground.
She got many splinters in her crotch, and in considerable pain she
drove to the nearest hospital.
She went into the ER and told the doctor that she was an environmentalist,
anti-guns and anti-hunting person, who had recently bought some land
in the area. She described the spotted owl incident and proceeded to tell
the doctor how she got all the splinters in her crotch.
The doctor listened to her story with great patience and then told her he
would be right back, to wait in the examining room #1.
The woman sat, read magazines, got up and sat back down. She used the
restroom and finally, three hours later, the doctor reappeared.
The upset woman exclaimed, “What took you so long?”
The doctor from Washington State, where he enjoyed going out in nature
and hunting during the appropriate season, but also was not pleased with
her views said:
“Well, I had to get permits from the Environmental Protection Agency,
the Forest Service and the Bureau of Land Management.”
The angry woman shouted, “Why on Earth did you have to do that!?!”
“These were the contacts I had to get permission from to remove ‘old
growth timber’ from a ‘recreational area’ so close to a ‘waste treatment
Now, that was funny after all, wasn’t it?
I am chuckling and I knew the punch line, anyway!
Do you have a ‘safe’ and non-derogatory ‘label’ for the one who is the
‘brunt’ of your family jokes?
As I mentioned, we used to tease my youngest daughter who took after my
Swedish Grandpa M. with blonde hair. She seriously was in high school one
time when over a holiday we were playing Rummy 500. She asked this ‘silly’
question: (We don’t call our own family members ‘dumb’ or ‘stupid.’)
“How many cards are in a set and how many cards are in a pair?”
In the old days, I enjoyed the Road Runner, Poor Wily Coyote, Mr. Magoo, and a
puppet show called Kukla, Fran and Ollie. These days, I would recommend the
NBC Saturday Morning Cartoons, with “Zou” a zebra with an intergenerational
family, “Chica,” the “Costume Shop” and “Noodle and Doodle.”
Have a fun-filled weekend, my friends out there, wherever your ‘sillies’ take you!