barnabas_truman: (oldstyle)
"Did you just… grab a handful of pasta?"

"Yup. Fistful of Noodles."

"I don't think I've heard of that movie. Must be a…"
*pause*
*sudden realization*
*wide-eyed gasp*
"…A SPAGHETTI WESTERN!!"

"No. Really no."

"The joke has arisen spontaneously from the will of the universe! It cannot be denied!"
barnabas_truman: (dwarf)
Legolas and Gimli sat by the campfire, watching it sputter as the snowfall grew stronger.

"Alas!" cried Legolas, "It is a lonely thing to be the only elf for leagues around."

Gimli poked the fire with a stick. "Hm. At least you'll get to see some of your kin when we reach Lothlorien. Since leaving Rivendell I seem to be the only dwarf in this entire story."

Legolas tried to force a cheery expression. "But surely your cousins will welcome us to Moria!" It wasn't working.

"You've read the books too. You know as well as I do that they're all dead."

"Books? What books?" The elf glanced nervously left and right. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, shove off," said Gimli, rolling his eyes. "The narrator isn't watching us anyway. He's focused entirely on the humans and hobbits. As usual."

Legolas looked behind him to see the others pointing dramatically at different parts of the map and arguing excitedly, paying no attention to the two of them.

"I suppose you're right," he sighed. "We're nothing but Tolkien minorities."
barnabas_truman: (dwarf)
"I have some questions for you, wizard," said the adventurer. "In the tavern today I heard rumors of strange creatures, hybrids created by unnatural sorcery, and I was wondering if they are real."

"Tell me about these creatures," I mused, setting my tankard aside.

"One dwarf said that she had seen a bear with the head of an owl."

"Owlbears, yes. I fought a few in my younger days."

"A traveler from faraway lands spoke of bears with the heads of tigers."

"Kalidahs. They're real enough, or so I've heard from a very reliable source, but only live in a distant land called 'Munchkin Country,' presumably because they are so overpowered."

"And lastly, an elven farmer told me of a bull with the head of a finch."

I nearly laughed with derision. "Bullfinches?" I scoffed. "Mythology."
barnabas_truman: (Default)
"If you're already good at piano, how difficult is it to transition to piano accordion?"

"I'd say it'd be a bit of a stretch."
barnabas_truman: (army)
"Why would anybody want a square pan?"

"It heats up faster."

"Why would it heat up faster?"

"The corners are already 90 degrees."
barnabas_truman: (army)
"Hey Dad, I have an ornithology question for you."

"Okay, go ahead."

"What kind of bird is black and orange and catches flies but does not eat them?"

*laughs* "Is this a joke?"

"Mayyyyyybe."

"Black and orange and catches flies but does not eat them..."

"Yeah."

"Baltimore Oriole."


Can't get nothin' past my dad.
barnabas_truman: (army)
"Here, hold this broccoli."

"Okay."

"And this other broccoli."

"Okay."

*puts broccolis on head*

*waits patiently for her to turn around and see*

"What are you doing with the broccoli??"

"They're antlers."

"What? Why antlers??"

"Because they are solid and will soon fall off. If they were hollow and permanent, they would be horns. Science!"

*glare*
barnabas_truman: (oldstyle)
"Okay, so galley #5 is sailing to Tripoli, and buying two crates of spices."

"Tripoli is under my control, so six ducats please."

"Six? You mean two!"

"No, we tripolled our prices. Wo ho ho ho."


(The game in question is Serenissima, one of our favorites.)
barnabas_truman: (army)
"Are there any puns about Arthurian legend?"

"Hm... Oh! I've got one: who made all the musical instruments for King Arthur's minstrels?"

"Um..."

"Luthier Pendragon!"

[awkward pause]

"I don't get it.

"Arthur's father was Uther Pendragon. I thought that was common knowledge?"

"Nope."

"Aw, do I have a twisted idea of what 'common knowledge' is because I grew up with Arthurian legends?"

"Yup."
barnabas_truman: (oldstyle)
Adams: We should do the thing!
Everybody: No, John.
Adams: But it's important!
Everybody: No, John.

Adams: Hey Jefferson, tell them they should do the thing.
Jefferson: I'm busy.
Adams: But it's important.
Jefferson: Boring.
Adams: But morality! Posterity! Doing the right thing!
Jefferson: *sigh* Okayyyyyyy.

Jefferson: We should do the thing.
Everybody: Hell yes!

Adams: That was great! Thank you so much!
Jefferson: Whatever. I'm going back to Monticello; come get me when the country needs a president that isn't you.
barnabas_truman: (young whistler)
"Could you hand me my measuring... um..." *points*

*holds up rolling pin* "This?

"Yeah, that. Measuring rolling pin."

"It *could* be a measuring rolling pin if you sent it through college."

"Uh, why?"

"Because when it's finished it would be a graduated cylinder."
barnabas_truman: (army)
Ron Weasley walked into the Gryffindor common room, carrying a cardboard box tied with twine. "A package from my family!" he announced. "I wonder what it could be?"

"Allow me," said Harry Potter. He took the package, whispered something to it, held it up to his ear for a moment, and confidently stated "A new sweater and a tin of biscuits."

"How did you know that?" asked Ron, perplexed.

"I asked it, and it told me."

"You can do that??"

"Of course. Parceltongue."
barnabas_truman: (oldstyle)
"Do you want your hat?"

"Yes! Why? Do you want my hat?"

"No; I eschew your hat."

"Hey! Don't chew my hat!"

"No, eschew."

"What?"

"Eschew!"

"Gesundheit! Bam! Classic vaudeville!"
barnabas_truman: (army)
When our view of the Sun is obscured by Mercury or Venus, we call it a transit.

When our view of the Sun is obscured by the Moon, we call it an eclipse.

When our view of the sun is obscured by the Earth, we call it a night.
barnabas_truman: (army)
HARRY POTTER vs SCOOBY DOO:

"Why, there was never any wizard school after all! It was all just Old Man Dumbledore trying to keep folks away from the ruined castle so they wouldn't find his bootleg butterbeer operation!"

"Alas! And I would've gotten away with it if it weren't for you darn muggles!"
barnabas_truman: (army)
I made some typography puns! Everyone loves typography puns!



barnabas_truman: (young whistler)
The codfish lays ten thousand eggs,
The homely hen lays one.
The codfish never cackles
To tell you what she's done.
And so we scorn the codfish,
While the humble hen we prize,
Which only goes to show you
That it pays to advertise.

(from The Random House Book of POETRY for Children; no author given)
barnabas_truman: (army)
Far away on the planet Sodor V, Michael the Maglev sped through the air just above his tracks.

Michael was carrying a very special cargo. It was a crate of medical supplies, and Michael was delivering it to a needy frontier town.

But what's this, up in the sky? It's Serenity the Spaceship! Look out, Michael!
barnabas_truman: (young whistler)
That'll be $9.99 at the next window.

"That's a pretty good deal--two burgers for a baritone."

"Wait, what? What baritone?"

"$9.99 is a little below a tenner. That's a baritone."
barnabas_truman: (army)
Highlight of the inaugural episode of the Star Trek game:

The brash young human helmsman had been making "That's what she said!" jokes intermittently since the crew first arrived on the starship. Responses: giggling from the Cygnan chief engineer, a gruff "I don't know what you're talking about" from the Andorian commander, and a stoically confused "Who is 'she'?" from the Vulcan weapons officer.

Much later, the commander got into an argument with a more experienced officer about proper safety protocol for testing new combat tactics, and said "I can see that we have very different ideas about experimentation!"

The Vulcan responded, in complete deadpan, "That is what she said."

...and, as the rest of the crew cracked up, "Was that correct? Did I do it right?"

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