A woman was out shopping and she was approached by a homeless guy. He asked her for some spare change, but she didn't have any. 
Short sketch
Reminds me of an old Rita Rudner gag:
A tramp came up to me and asked if I had any spare change. I said, "I have no way of knowing."
Heh
Am I the only person who doesn't understand this gag?
Er, she's got change, but she can't spare any of it. I think.
Quote: David Bussell @ August 19 2008, 9:45 AM BSTAm I the only person who doesn't understand this gag?
And I thought it was just me being all German.
It's a dadaist anti joke.
The joke is it isn't a joke, Vic Reeves used to do a lot of these.
I went to a disco yesterday, I was the only one there, nobody spoke to me.
Quote: sootyj @ August 19 2008, 9:56 AM BSTThe joke is it isn't a joke, Vic Reeves used to do a lot of these.
And that's what made Vic such a funny, funny man.
Reeves proved they could work.
Quote: sootyj @ August 19 2008, 11:00 AM BSTReeves proved they could work.
Yeah, but they sure as shit don't work on paper.
My wife didn't phone me last week. My fault I'm not married.
They can work in their own peculiar way.
Let's go the whole hog, shall we? I'll show you the way ......
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INT. OFFICE. DAY.
CARRUTHERS IS SITTING AT HIS COMPUTER TYPING. FEMALE CLEANER ENTERS HOLDING MOP AND BUCKET. MAN LOOKS UP AT HER.
CARRUTHERS:
Corrupt questionably!
CLEANER:
Mop isn't lunacy!
CARRUTHERS:
Then you won't welcome the skull and bones.
CLEANER:
Thus proving the fact that they mummify.
CLEANER STARTS MOPPING THE FLOOR.
CARRUTHERS:
So it's better to exactly abandon your bonsai-like detergent?
CLEANER:
Thus the less zero phosphorus circulate.
CARRUTHERS:
But how could they visualize my four children?
CLEANER:
With spectacle-giants who won't sniff if you are sugar.
CARRUTHERS:
But if you are sugar, induce your seven plankton-bristles.
CARRUTHERS LEAVES HIS DESK, TAKES THE MOP OFF THE CLEANER AND WALTZES WITH IT, HUMMING A TUNE AND RUNNING HIS FINGERS THOUGH THE MOP STRANDS.
CLEANER:
They didn't pulsate.
CARRUTHERS:
Thus isotropic teenagers dude-mops detract from a fighting performance.
CLEANER:
Just like your execrable personality and chemistry-like lunch-break!
CARRUTHERS:(LAUGHING)
I am inside another satiable nematode!
CLEANER:
(ANGRILY)The more they implausibly concuss!
CLEANER RUNS OVER TO CARRUTHERS AND SNATCHES MOP FROM HIM.
CARRUTHERS:
(SHOUTS) Do not tease hip-runes!
THEY BOTH FIGHT OVER THE MOP, MOVING DANGEROUSLY TOWARDS THE OFFICE WINDOW.
CLEANER:
(SCREAMS) Horrible blandness did canter!
CARRUTHERS TRIPS OVER, CRASHES OUT THROUGH THE WINDOW, TAKING THE CLEANER WITH HIM. THEIR SCREAMS BECOME DISTANT AS THEY FALL TOWARD THE STREET BELOW. SILENCE.
SECURITY MAN ENTERS, SEES BROKEN WINDOW, RUSHES OVER TO IT AND LOOKS OUT. HE THEN SITS AT CARRUTHER'S DESK, TAKES OFF HIS CAP AND SCRATCHES HIS HEAD.
SECURITY MAN:
If you have fools, forget.
SECURITY MAN PICKS UP PHONE AND DIALS.
SECURITY MAN:(INTO PHONE)
Horrible blandness! If you have perambulator, brief them!
SECURITY MAN SLAMS DOWN PHONE, RUNS TO WINDOW AND DIVES OUT.
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That got an LOL from me.
Further proof much humour lies in tonal sounds, sentence length and pace.
You may have stumbled across the next comedic paradigm shift.
That actually made me laugh more than anything I've read today, Morrace. Did you get the text from spam emails or a dicky voice translator?