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Monday, December 18, 2006

A lovely little story to tell when the conversation at the next Christmas party gets boring . . . .

(. . . . Okay, it's not lovely at all and some will revile you for telling it, but the 'groan factor' in this one is so bad you won't be able to resist. This one is worthy enough even for my bishop Jack Croneberger, the King of Punography and Reigning Monarch of Groansville. . . .)

Far away in the tropical waters of the Caribbean, two prawns were swimming around in the sea - one called Justin and the other called Christian.

The prawns were constantly being harassed and threatened by sharks that inhabited the area.

Finally one day Justin said to Christian, "I'm fed up with being a prawn, I wish I was a shark, then I wouldn't have any worries about being eaten."

A large mysterious cod appeared and said, "Your wish is granted" and lo and behold, Justin turned into a shark. Horrified, Christian immediately swam away, afraid of being eaten by his old mate.

Time passed (as it invariably does) and Justin found life as a shark boring and lonely. All his old mates simply swam away whenever he came close to them. Justin didn't realise that this new menacing appearance was the cause of his sad plight.

While swimming alone one day he saw the mysterious cod again and he thought perhaps the mysterious fish could change him back into a prawn.

He approached the cod & begged to be changed back, and lo and behold, he found himself turned back into a prawn.

With tears of joy in his tiny little eyes Justin swam back to his friends and bought them all a cocktail. (The punch line does not involve a prawn cocktail - it's much, much worse).

Looking around the gathering at the reef he realised he couldn't see his old pal. "Where's Christian?" he asked.

"He's at home, still distraught that his best friend changed sides to the enemy & became a shark", came the reply.

Eager to put things right again and end the mutual pain and torture, he set off to Christian's abode.

As he opened the coral gate memories came flooding back. He banged on the door and shouted, "It's me, Justin, your old friend, come out and see me again."

Christian replied, "No way man, you'll eat me. You're now a shark, the enemy, and I'll not be tricked into being your dinner." Justin cried back "No, I'm not. That was the old me. I've changed...."


Okay, here goes . . . . (but don't say I didn't warn you) . .. . .

Justin said,

"I've found Cod. I'm a Prawn again, Christian"


Kenneth Wolman said...

The best puns are the worst puns, i.e., the ones that make you groan while you're busting a gut. This one qualifies. It's every bit as good as the two rabbis lamenting the departure of several of their congregants for the Quaker meetinghouse: "Some of my best Jews are Friends."

I know, that's not a pun exactly, but I was inspired:-).

stumpjumper said...

Sister dear, you really should have put a Spew Alert on this one. I almost lost my keyboard.