Thoughts on the Pot

Pat Duke

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These are jokes. They are intended for entertainment purposes only. None of these jokes are about you, even if I used your name. If I used your name, it was meant as an homage to you. You must be very special to have a joke written about you. I bow before your greatness Sir or Madam.

When you’ve spent a lifetime narrating television shows, doing voice work on commercials, and navigating the music business, you hear some jokes.
Pat Duke, the beloved narrator of the smash hit Swamp People on The History Channel, shares a hysterical and thought-provoking collection of punchlines, one-line zingers, observations, and advice on a variety of topics.
Nothing is off limits: You’ll enjoy laugh-out-loud moments about work, retirement, marriage, divorce, drinking, drugs, religion, obesity, vegans, kids, parents, life, death, sleep, farts, and poop. Mostly these are jokes, but the author sprinkles in sage advice as well as stories about the flat-out weird.
The book includes three “groaners,” six Golden Oldies, and a tendency to channel Rodney Dangerfield. The author doesn’t know where that comes from. Is it politically correct? No. Is it misogynistic. No. (Well, maybe a little.) Honestly, the author loves women. And women? Why are you reading this? Stop.
Everyone else, pull up a throne, sit for a while, and laugh your butt off with Thoughts on the Pot.

Sujets

• Humor

Informations

• Publié par: Archway Publishing
• Date de parution: 18 novembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665725798
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Thoughts on the Pot
A Kaleidoscopic Cornucopia of Jokes, Observations, and Advice
Pat Duke


Copyright © 2022 Pat Duke.
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
 
 
 
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ISBN: 978-1-6657-2580-4 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-2578-1 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-2579-8 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022911591
 
 
 
Archway Publishing rev. date: 11/17/2022
Contents
Warning
Introduction
Quick Hits
Long Tokes
About the Jokester

I have consistently dedicated all the awards I’ve received in show business to my brother, John Duke, because he supported my career and gave me encouragement in every way possible.
For Thoughts on The Pot , there was one person, every day, who listened to every joke, advised me, and supported my efforts to finish this silliness. That lovely person was my wonderful wife, Sally Hewlett—the love of my life!

Sally Hewlett, 1/8/1953 to 10/15/2019

“Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.”
–KURT VONNEGUT
Warning
These are jokes. They are intended for entertainment purposes only. None of these jokes are about you, even if I used your name. If I used your name, it was meant as an homage to you. You must be very special to have a joke written about you. I bow before your greatness, sir or madam.
Introduction
Friends tell me jokes all the time, but I’ve had a hard time remembering them. So several years ago, I decided to start collecting them like a philatelist. (I know, sounds dirty. It’s stamp collecting, ya perv.)
Musicians and actors tell me the best jokes. And since most of my friends are musicians and actors, there isn’t a day that goes by without one of them saying, “Hey Pat, did ya hear the one about the … (insert dirty joke here)?”
Am I in any way embarrassed to put out a book of dirty jokes? Heck no. This vast collection of dirty jokes places this book in good company. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart kept a notepad with him at all times. On it, he amassed a great number of fart, piss, poop, and sex jokes, which he cherished sharing with his friends. William Shakespeare, perhaps the greatest writer the English language has ever known, loved writing dirty jokes in his plays. Not just a little, a lot . He chose to insert his bawdy jokes in the most incredibly inappropriate places. Gentlemen, I salute you.
Collecting all these bawdy, blue, dirty jokes (well, some are actually clean) took a lot of years and came from a lot of sources, which explains why this book is all over the map, all over the road, careening out of control, crashing, burning—oh, the humanity—but I digress.
Mostly, these itty-bitty ditties are for “men of a certain age” about work, retirement, marriage, divorce, drinking, drugs, religion, obesity, vegans, kids, parents, life, death, sleep, farts, and poop—all the stuff we’re not supposed to talk about, but we do. They’re mostly jokes, but occasionally, there will be a glimpse into my life as a voice actor, along with some quasi-sage advice here and there, served straight up with a twist or flat-out weird.
Covering all the bases, there are a total of three “groaners” in here, six Golden Oldies, and a tendency to channel Rodney Dangerfield. I don’t know where that comes from. Is it politically correct? No. Is it misogynistic? No. (Well, maybe a little.) Honestly, I love women. And women? Why are you reading this? Stop. Thoughts on the Pot might piss you right off (and give me another joke to write). One more thing: no political jokes . Late-night comedians aptly cover those.
So, pull up a throne and sit for a while. There are almost a thousand or so farcically, foolish funnies coming your way. The first section is for short jokes; let’s call it “Quick Hits.” The second section is for the longer story jokes; let’s call that section “Long Tokes.” Take your time digesting them—and don’t forget to flush.
One more thing: if you’re easily offended, you will be here. I am an equal-opportunity offender. Relax; most of the jokes are on me. Now, if you can’t laugh at yourself, feel free to point and laugh at somebody else. This is the biggest collection of jokes ever collected. Take your time, enjoy the ride, and laugh your butt off.
Here we go!


Quick Hits

My doctor advised me to start killing people. Not in those exact words, of course; he just said that I have to lower the amount of stress in my life.
How does an attorney sleep? First, he lies on one side; then he lies on the other.
A man walks up to a hot woman sitting alone at the bar. He says, “Hi, beautiful. I’m a politician and an honest man.” She says, “Hi, sugar. I’m a prostitute and a virgin.”
You know who I hate? I hate guys who use big words just to make themselves look perspicacious.
Have you ever wanted to lie completely naked on a bearskin rug in front of a roaring fireplace? Me too, but I discovered that it’s frowned upon at Cracker Barrel.
When we go camping, why do we have to use leaves as toilet paper, when bears are using Charmin?
My grandfather has the heart of a lion and a lifetime ban from the San Diego Zoo.
My grandmother said to me, “Chivalry is dead. What happened to you men? You don’t even open doors anymore!” Defensively, I replied, “Yes, we do, Grandma. How do you think I got in here?”
It always surprises me when I meet someone for the very first time and know immediately that I want to spend the rest of my life without them.
What did the Grateful Dead fan say when he ran out of weed? “Man, this music sucks!”
I failed my driver’s test today. The instructor asked me, “What do you do at a red light?” I said, “I usually call my wife, check my email, and see what people are up to on Facebook.”
I asked my loving wife, Sally, if I was the only one she’d been with. She said, “Yes, Pat; all the others were nines and tens.”
If women ruled the world, there would be no more wars, but there would be a bunch of jealous countries refusing to speak to each other.
A day at the dog beach gets kinda lonely when your dog’s name is Shark.
My best friend got so drunk last night at the country club that when he staggered to the bar to get another drink, he won the dance contest.
Some people manage stress with exercise, yoga, and meditation. Others manage stress with prayer and long walks. I manage stress with sarcasm, cursing, and bourbon.
I used to have a goldfish that could break dance on carpet, but only for twenty seconds, and only once.
Surround yourself with people who have issues—because people who have issues always have alcohol.
It’s been over a year since I joined my gym and not one damn thing has changed. I have a good mind to go down there to see what’s going on.
Annoyed, the cashier said, “Strip down, facing me.” How was I to know she meant my debit card?
It’s a sad commentary on modern society that an entire loving family can be torn apart by such a simple thing as a pack of wild dogs.
Like most guys, I may have occasionally fantasized about going to bed with two beautiful women. In reality, that would be great for the women involved. This way, when I fall asleep, they’ll at least have someone to talk to.
My grief counselor died yesterday. Thankfully, he was so good, I didn’t give a shit.
I bet you didn’t know that people write “congrats” because they don’t know how to spell “congratchulayshuns.”
I live on a street with a family of Jehovah’s Witnesses. And no matter how many times I tell them no, they still come to my door every day and ask me to stop throwing rocks at their house.
A man gets the words I love you tattooed on his penis. He goes home to his wife and she says, “Stop trying to put words in my mouth.”
A man goes into his son’s room. He says to his son, “Son, if you keep masturbating, you’re going to go blind.” The boy says, “I’m over here, Dad.”
A bear and a rabbit were taking a dump in the woods. The bear asked the rabbit, “Do you have a problem with poop sticking to your fur?” And the rabbit answered, “No, I don’t.” So, the bear wiped his butt with the rabbit.
The inventor of autocorrect died yesterday. His funnel is tomato.
How do I define marriage? Simple. Marriage is two people constantly asking each other what they want to eat until one of them dies.
A priest, a rabbit, and a minister walk into a bar. The bartender asks the rabbit, “What’ll ya have?” The rabbit says, “I dunno; I’m only here because of autocorrect.”
I’ve gotten pretty good at ventriloquism. Today, I totally freaked out my proctologist.
Last night, I was making love to my girlfriend and I said, “You have a tight puss and no tits.” So she yelled, “Get off my back!”
What do you get when you cross a genius with a hooker? A fucking know-it-