Yet more overcast. I’m working
on a newsletter for the Cambridge Youth Hockey Association and Bill thinks it
would benefit from a light touch – you know, joke of the month, pump-up song
list, that sort of thing. In the process
of googling hockey jokes, a new family joketime is born, reminiscent of past
ones with Funcle Andy. This is the joke
that started it.
Q: How did the cowboy get to
the hockey game?
A: He rode his Zam-pony.
And we’re off.
How did the con man get to the hockey game? His Flim-flam-boni. (Alt:
his Scam-boni.)
How did Clark Gable get to the hockey game? His I-don’t-give-a-damn-boni.
How did George Michael get to the hockey game? His WHAM-boni.
How did the college student get to the hockey game? A Cram-boni.
How do the Larsens get to hockey games? Their Clam-boni.
How did the sweet potato get to the hockey game? A Yam-boni.
How did the Scotsman get to the hockey game? His Wee-dram-boni.
How did Mary get to the hockey game?
Her Little-lamb-oni.
How did the fugitive get to the hockey game? On-the-lam-boni.
How did the Flintstones get to the hockey game? The Bam-bam-boni.
How did Michael Jordan get to the hockey game? The Space-Jam-boni.
How did the refined southern gentleman get to the hockey game? The thank-you-ma’am-boni.
How did David Bowie get to the hockey game? On his Glam-boni. (Alt: his Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma’am-boni, he has two
of course.)
How did Gomer Pyle get to the hockey game? On his Sha-ZAM-boni.
How did Lydia Gilman Dearborn Cate get to the hockey game? On the family Effingham-boni.
How did Ilsa Lund Laszlo get to the hockey game? The Play-it, Sam-boni.
How did Lin-Manuel Miranda get to the hockey game? He rode the A.Ham-boni.
And all of this fun was even before we played mini-golf with various
Petersens and Almarios and Tokeshis and had cod and clams and corn for dinner.[1]
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