My dad and his corn...why? (page 3)

Satanus

If jesus did indeed walk the middle east, then i have a hard time believing that he didn't crack a few jokes. I mean, what proportion of the stand up comediens are jewish. Over half, i would estimate

S

iiz2cool

I didn't mind hearing jokes during talks, no matter how corny or stupid they were. They were a welcome break from the spiritual pablum the society was constantly shoving down our throats.

Walter

jeanniebeanz

Oh, Man... I can so feel for you. My dad was notorious for this, and so many of the jokes he told had been told so many times that everyone already knew them by heart. Made me cringe, a lot...

It didn't end there though, it followed us everywhere. In a restaurant after being brought a little bowl of dressing for his salad, "Waitress. My soup is cold." Or he'd go off into a poetry recital for no apparent reason,

[ Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink ;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
The very deep did rot : O Christ !
That ever this should be !
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.
About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night ;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue and white. ]
He knew the entire thing too, and would continue to rattle it off until we all yelled, "Daaaaad. You're embarrasing us!"
Quite a guy though, and his memory was flawless. Don't even get me started on having to hear the entire tale of the Jabberwocky out of Alice in Wonderland...
*I miss him so much.*
Jean

Dustin

Up in Merrill, there was this elder by the name of Karl VanTubergun. He was so spastic in the way he gave jokes up on the platform. The jokes sucked!!! But he was so funny to watch as he flailed his arms. We used to call him "Bib Bird" because he looked goofy, and flapped his arms like wings.

Dustin

Nancy Drake

[ Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink ;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
The very deep did rot : O Christ !
That ever this should be !
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.
About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night ;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue and white.

LOL, Jean, I think we had the same dad...Out in service his favorite thing was to sing:

Did you ever think, as a hearse goes by,
That you might be the next to die?
They wrap you up in a big white sheet,
And bury you down about six feet deep

They put you in a big black box,
And cover you up with dirt and rocks,
And all goes well, for about a week,
And then the coffin begins to leak!

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
They eat the jelly between your toes.

A great big worm with rolling eyes,
Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes,
Your stomach turns a slimy green,
And pus pours out like whipping cream.

You spread it on a slice of bread,
And that's what worms eat when you're dead.

seems somewhat inappropriate for the field ministry.

brutusmaximus

I remember in the old days when you could do what you wanted with talks and my Dad was doing one on marriage and his illustration was on a 3 cord rope being stonger than a 2 cord. So I would get up with a bit of rope and the old boy would tug an end and I would tug an end. But this day the rope snapped sending me one way across the platform and my Dad the other way. I still laugh when I think of that one!!

BM

Billygoat

Oh my goodness...our fathers were cut from the same cloth. My dad loves corny jokes. Don't get me wrong, I have a thing for corn too, but not a public forum.

My dad would also sing songs in the car, but he'd make up his own words to it. It made my little brothers laugh, but I would cringe. And for some reason he loved doing it when I had friends with me. They would look at him in disbelief and then roll their eyes away from me. No wonder I couldn't keep friends for long periods of time. Sometimes that show "Malcom In the Middle" looks like the Cleavers compared to mine.

Andi

Nancy Drake

And for some reason he loved doing it when I had friends with me.

Andi...

Yes! He made sure he laid down the corn extra thick around my friends, too.

Country Girl

Nancy:

My Dad (not JW) has run a restaurant for 45 years. I have spent, I guess.. oh... 15 solid years of my life working there, and with him. He told the same jokes for those whole 15 years, and it wouldn't surprise me if he told the same jokes the rest of the 30. It gets old with family, but the customers seem to love it. I love the fact that my Dad is odd in his own eccentric, quirky way. It makes him unique, human, and loveable. Be glad that your Dad still has a sense of playfulness so that he wants to interject his own corny jokes into his talks. He realizes how stiflingly boring most talks are, so he just wants to have a little fun. We are made in God's image, and if God didn't have a sense of humour, then we wouldn't either. Rejoice in your Father's "corniness" ... believe me.. you will always have very fond memories of it, and cherish it forever.

Country Girl

Nancy Drake

Rejoice in your Father's "corniness" ... believe me.. you will always have very fond memories of it, and cherish it forever.

I will cherish my memories with him....

It really hurts that he still shuns me.

My dad and his corn...why?

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