Dirty Limericks about George Bush

One of the most popular traditions here at the Old Yorker is our Friday afternoon staff lunch when everyone from the most junior intern to the most venerable senior editor gathers around the long table in the conference room for a free-wheeling exchange of ideas over sandwiches and pop. At a recent Friday lunch, for instance, the topics ranged from how hard it is to find a decent internship to how much regret one should feel about not having done more with one’s life.

Last Friday’s lunch was a first in that the conversation was dominated by an outsider, a mentally unstable woman who presented herself at our offices and demanded to speak with someone about our relentless campaign to drive President Bush from office using obscene limericks. After being directed to the conference room, the woman burst in and proceeded to excoriate all present for the Old Yorker’s dirty limericks about George Bush.

“I love the Old Yorker,” she began. “But I can’t stand what you’re doing to the president. It’s disrespectful.”

The explanation we gave to her before escorting her to the door is worth repeating here. For the record, then, we do not hate George Bush. We respect the office that he holds and we admire him personally for his triumph over alcoholism and his many other accomplishments. We don’t believe that President Bush is unintelligent and we know that we would find him charming if we met him.

And, as people of faith ourselves, we share the president’s religious views and are prayerfully grateful to him for making his beliefs such a significant part of his public life.

In short, we think George Bush is great. We just don’t want him to be president anymore and, to that end, we are publishing scurrilous limericks about him with the promise to stop if he resigns the presidency.

Here is this week’s limerick:

Bush had a gay lover called Betzel
Who hailed from the village of Wetzel.
He did a lewd dance
And pulled down his pants
And said, “Hey, Prez, come choke on my pretzel!”

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New and Improved Quotation for Today: JFK Week

All this week we are celebrating the immortal words of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, our 35th President. “JFK,” as he is often called, is generally regarded as among the finest orators ever to hold the nation’s highest office, on a par with Washington, Lincoln, and the Roosevelts.

Original: “Washington is a city of Southern efficiency and Northern charm.”

Improved: “Seattle, Washington is a city of Northwestern charm and efficiency.”

Wikipedia’s Lives of the Great Porn Stars: Jenna Jameson

Jenna Jameson (actress)

Birthdate: April 9, 1974 (age 33)
Birth location: Las Vegas, Nevada
Birth name: Jenna Marie Massoli
Measurements: 32DD-22-33 (81-56-84 cm)
Height: 5 ft 7 in (1.7 m)
Weight: 110 lb (50 kg)
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Blonde (Brunette in 2005)
Natural bust: No
Orientation: Bisexual
Ethnicity: Italian American
Alias(es): Jennasis, Daisy Holliday, Daisy Maze, others
No. of films: 125+

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The Top Ten Comedians and Humorists

Recently, the Old Yorker was honored with a request from the Library of Congress to prepare a list of the ten most influential humorists and comedians of all time in order assist the Library’s staff in cataloguing their vast archive and prioritizing new acquisitions.

After some discussion, we settled on a formula for quantifying the elusive quality of “influence” which considered factors like the popularity of published works and recordings; citations in news media, literature, and the work of other humorists; frequency of and attendance at live performances; and, where appropriate, Neilsen ratings. The results of this algorithmic survey of world culture were then reviewed by our Board of Editors.

Since, at the end of the day, what is funny is a matter of taste, we are certain that comedy connoisseurs (both legitimate and self-appointed) will be debating this list for years to come. Still, we can proudly claim that it is special in that it relies on empirical data from a vast number of people rather than the personal preferences of a few comedy fans.

Here then, the Ten Most Important Comedians and Humorists of All Time

1.) Shen Kuo – China (1767-1810)
2.) Li Tongjian – China (1909-1949)
3.) Liu Xiu (real name Quyang Gong) – China (born 1955)
4.) Yao Nai – China (born 1938)
5.) Xu Xiake – China (1586-1641)
6.) Hao Ning – China (born 1968)
7.) Zhang Chen – China (born 1976)
8.) Paresh Rawal – India (born 1950)
9.) Lánlíng Xiàoxiàoshēng – China (1882-1951)
10.) George Carlin – United States (1937-2008)

Based on an informal survey, few of our readers seem to be familiar with the work of Paresh Rawal, which consists primarily of jokes at the expense of the Bihari people of India. In Indian popular culture, the Bihari are regarded as untutored rustics making Bihari jokes an analogue of “rube humor” or “Polish jokes” for Americans. Still, humor, like laughter, is universal, as we think you will agree once you read this sampler of Rawal’s classic material:

1. A Bihari goes to a movie hall and asks for two tickets, Do tho ticket dena, The person at the window tells him that there is a house full, so this Bihari says, “koi baat nahin do house full de do.”

2. A Bihari after coming back from a three hour long class says, “Saala pura body headache maar raha hai.”

3. “Aaj Mother Teresa a rahen hai Kamani Auditorium mein saam ko aap chalenge na , hum aap ko 5.30 p.m sharp pe lene aienge,” so this fellow didn’t know who is Mother Teresa and replied back, “nahin bhai aap hi chale jaiye hum Englis film nahin dekhte hain.”

4. A Bihari went to New Delhi for the first time in his life. He went there during the time of Asiad and was zapped to see all these new stadiums, newly constructed roads, flyovers etc., etc. The poor fellow hadn’t seen all this ever before. So when he came back to Aligarh people asked him as to how did he like Delhi, he was too excited and said, “yaar delhi to buhat top ka laga, pura delhi chamak chamak raha tha, sab kuch jagmaga raha tha, sab shine maar raha tha lekin yaar ek cheez hum understand nahin kar paye, yeh itta barka barka speed breaker kahe ko bana diya hai.” (He couldn’t figure out what is a flyover).

But not all of Paresh’s jokes concern the Bihari and their lamentable ignorance. He is also fond of poking fun at another popular target, the Indian diaspora.

Ten tips to recognize an Indian in USA:

1. She wears a frock, but has a pigtail.

2. He searches for buttermilk in a supermarket.

3. She searches for chilli powder in a supermarket.

4. He talks a lot about the problems of living in India.

5. She talks a lot about the unclean streets of India.

6. He says the Indian politicians are the cause of underdevelopment.

7. She says the Indian bureaucrats are the cause of inaction.

8. He talks about the harassment at the airports in India.

9. She talks about the cheapest air-fares to India.

10. He and she jointly decide to go Macdonalds to eat french fries.

Political humor and jokes about celebrities seem common to all cultures. Hence the following Rawal zinger:

Ek mandir mein jo buri nazar vala jayega vo gayab ho jayega. Shakti Kapoor-gayab, Prem Chopra-gayab, Musharaf -gayab, Bipasha gayi toh, bhagwan gayab.

And finally, when asked to name his personal favorite from among his vast repertoire of jokes, Paresh Rawal recites the following without a moment’s hesitation:

What did the half eaten naan say?
I wish I was puri.

New and Improved Quotation for Today: JFK Week

All this week we are celebrating the immortal words of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, our 35th President. “JFK,” as he is often called, is generally regarded as among the finest orators ever to hold the nation’s highest office, on a par with Washington, Lincoln, and the Roosevelts.

Original: “There are risks and costs to a program of action. But they are far less than the long-range risks and costs of comfortable inaction.” – John F. Kennedy

Improved: “There are risks and costs to a program of action. But they are far less than the risks and costs of a hooker in Sub-Saharan Africa!”

Topical Humor Tuesdays

Topical Humor for Tuesday, January, 29, 2008

Jokes about the French are evergreen or, peut etre, “toujours vert!” News that an unassuming midlevel employee at the venerable French banking house of Societe General had managed to lose a startling $7.2 billion through unauthorized trading shook both Wall Street and Comedy Street last week. Although much is still unknown about how 31-year-old Jerome Kerviel managed to pull off his scheme and whether higher-ups at the bank were involved or simply incompetent, that hasn’t stopped Totie Fields from weighing in (no pun intended!) on the matter.

One thing we all know about the French is that they are famous for their diet. “I’ve been on a diet for two weeks and all I’ve lost is two weeks,” says the former Sophie Feldman of Mystic, Connecticut. Ten minutes later she’s called back with a subtle refinement. The new zinger reads, “I’ve been on a diet for two weeks and all I’ve lost is fourteen days.” Totie may have lost a leg to diabetes and a breast to cancer but the girl has still got it!

Shirley Temple is an international star beloved around the world, from Wall Street to France. Temple’s charms are lost on Totie, however. “Shirley Temple had charisma as a child. But it cleared up as an adult,” she says. Me-ow!

New and Improved Quotation for Today: JFK Week

All this week we are celebrating the immortal words of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, our 35th President. “JFK,” as he is often called, is generally regarded as among the finest orators ever to hold the nation’s highest office, on a par with Washington, Lincoln, and the Roosevelts.

Original: “The time to repair the roof is when the sun is shining.” – John F. Kennedy

Improved: “The time to repair the roof is when a reliable roofer is available.”

The Mirth of the Mead-Hall: Classic Viking Jokes and Riddles

There is a joke told by the Pictish people which became popular among the Vikings after the Norsemen slew Eoganan, King of the Picts, in the Earn Valley and conquered his lands. It is said that this joke was the greatest article of plunder the Norse brought home from Pictavia.

It seems that the vagabond minstrel Drest, son of Erp, was passing through a country that was strange to him when he happened upon a farmer building a frame for the drying of hops (from which the strong Pictish beer is brewed.) Eager to hear more about the land in which he traveled, Drest greeted the farmer and then attempted to engage him in conversation. The farmer proved to be a churlish sort and Drest was preparing to move on when a pig ran out from its sty, squealing happily. As the pig rubbed itself against the farmer, Drest noticed that one of its forelegs was fashioned of wood. Unable to command his curiosity, he asked the farmer what had befallen the pig that its leg should be made from wood.

The farmer glared at the minstrel and told him to mind what he said about the swine. “This pig is special. When my youngest boy was just a babe, my idiot of a wife laid him by accident underneath a hornets’ nest. If not for this pig, the lad would have been stung to death.” The farmer went on to tell how the pig had driven off the insects with his snout despite being stung most painfully and then carried the baby to safety on its back.

“Another time,” said the farmer, “Lighting struck my barn and fire spread to my hayloft. While battling the flames, I was overcome with smoke. Not one of my sons or neighbors could reach me, not Giron, not his brother Galam, and not even Talorc the smith who is as strong as an ox and has no fear of heat or fire. Only this pig was able to reach me and, when he did, he blew fresh air into my lungs and the pulled me out of the barn just moments before it fell to ruin.”

Drest was mightily impressed. “Indeed, sir,” he said, “That is a most impressive pig but still you have not told me why it has only three legs.”

The farmer made a face as though speaking with a simpleton and answered. “Because, you fool, a marvelous pig like this, you do not eat all at once!”

Whereupon Drest — whose brother Aed, son of Erp, was master of Dal Raita, and therefore had the right for all males of his family to bear arms — took his great sword, which was called Fortriu, from its sheath and, with a single stroke, cut the farmer’s head from his body to punish him for his uncouth and surly ways. The farmer’s head was placed upon a sharpened fence post and carried through the town by Drest’s squire, Oengus mac Fergusa, as a lesson to all.

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Fun with Find and Replace: The Third Psalm

The third psalm is the first in the modern psalter ascribed to King David (though the consensus among scholars is that authorship of the psalms was shared by many and that the prayers themselves have changed considerably over time.) In it, David appeals for God’s deliverance from the rebellious forces lead by his third son, Absalom.

It is a great cry of despair. But hope also shines through it and, of course, faith. But what if all the instances of the word “God” in various forms were replaced by the phrase “Miz Thang?” As we will see below, the Third Psalm takes on an entirely different meaning.

Miz Thang, how my adversaries have increased!
Many are those who rise up against me.

Many there are who say of my soul,
“There is no help for him from Miz Thang.”

But you, Miz Thang, are a shield around me,
my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.

I cry to Miz Thang with my voice,
and she answers me out of her holy hill.

I laid myself down and slept.
I awakened; for Miz Thang sustains me.

I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people
who have set themselves against me on every side.

Arise, Miz Thang!
Save me, Miz Thang!
For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone.
You have broken the teeth of the wicked.

Salvation belongs to Miz Thang.
Your blessing be on your people.

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New and Improved Quotation for Today: JFK Week

All this week we are celebrating the immortal words of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, our 35th President. “JFK,” as he is often called, is generally regarded as among the finest orators ever to hold the nation’s highest office, on a par with Washington, Lincoln, and the Roosevelts.

Original: “The great enemy of the truth is very often not the lie — deliberate, contrived and dishonest, but the myth, persistent, persuasive, and unrealistic. Belief in myths allows the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought.” – John F. Kennedy

Improved: “The great enemy of the truth is very often not the lie — deliberate, contrived and dishonest, but the myth, persistent, persuasive, and unrealistic. Belief in myths allows the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought, except the Kennedy Myth.”