This is a joke that was posted earlier today by my friend, and fellow author Ica Iova...I could be wrong, but I have a feeling I'm not the only one here who would be ecstatic if I made $13k in a year writing...just sayin'
JOKE OF THE DAY
Three guys are sitting at a bar.
#1: "...Yeah, I make $75,000 a year after taxes."
#2: "What do you do for a living?"
#1: "I'm a stockbroker. How much do you make?
#2: "I should clear $60,000 this year."
#1: "What do you do?"
#2: "I'm an architect."
The third guy has been sitting there quietly, staring into his beer, when the others turn to him.
#2: "Hey, how much do you make per year?"
#3: "I guess about $13,000."
#1: "Oh yeah? What kind of stories do you write?"
I once knew a drinker who had a moderating problem...
Here's a bit of humor that only a writer, or editor, could possibly appreciate...
Q. What’s black and blue and red all over?
A. A rookie author and his manuscript in the hands of a professional editor!
I once knew a drinker who had a moderating problem...
A visitor to a certain college paused to admire the new Hemingway Hall that had been built on campus.
"It's a pleasure to see a building named for Ernest Hemingway," he said.
"Actually," said his guide, "it's named for Joshua Hemingway. No relation."
The visitor was astonished. "Was Joshua Hemingway a writer, also?"
"Yes, indeed," said his guide. "He wrote a check."
I once knew a drinker who had a moderating problem...
An oldie, but a goodie: The past, present and future walked into a bar. It was tense.
A cab driver reaches the pearly gates. St. Peter looks him up in his Big Book and tells him to pick up a gold staff and a silk robe and proceed into Heaven.
Next in line is a preacher. St. Peter looks him up in his Big Book, furrows his brow and says, "OK, we'll let you in, but take that cloth robe and wooden staff."
The preacher is shocked and replies, "But I am a man of the cloth. You gave that cab driver a gold staff and a silk robe. Surely I rate higher than a cabbie!"
St. Peter responds matter-of-factly, "This is Heaven and up here, we are interested in results. When you preached, people slept. When the cabbie drove his taxi, people prayed."
Not sure if this fits in here, but I'm posting here, anyway. I bring you, the Necronomemoticon:
(;..;)