My Joke Collection (#9)

Annoyed waiter to customer: "That filet is for ladies."
—Charles Barsotti

Why is it that wait staff in super fancy expensive restaurants never blink an eyelid at you, no matter what you order? "Excellent choice, ma'am. So, that's one giraffe hoof sauted in monkey wee wee for the monsieur and ketchup soup for the lady. While those items are not on the menu I will personally see to it that the sous chef prepares them in proper fashion." Anything goes as long as you can pay. But in an eating emporium of the usual stature sometimes you feel like you say or do the wrong thing, like ordering meat cut for the opposite sex from yours. Misleading menu? I think not.

This little number by Charles Barsotti in New Yorker magazine is genius. Ha ha ha! Food for ladies only—like products that segregate the sexes exist. Next they'll tell me there are women's clothes, colors, hobbies, and bathrooms. Yeah, right.

Not sure if a cartoon fits the definition of a joke. But it's my list.

The weekly New Yorker magazine is a great source for cartoon humor. Every week you can even enter a losing caption in their weekly caption contest, just like me. You can get stuff with this genius cartoon on it, games, and more from their website (go to New Yorker page). By the by, this cartoon is from there.

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Anonymous said…
A real man likes his meat with bones, and prereably still breathing...
February 13, 2007
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