But what’s in it for me?
A joke that made the rounds among sophomores of the mid-1960s. Came to mind after I posted the book review on The Virtue of Selfishness.
Old Jules
But what’s in it for me?
A joke that made the rounds among sophomores of the mid-1960s. Came to mind after I posted the book review on The Virtue of Selfishness.
Old Jules
OK, Jules. You mention the joke but don’t share it with us. What kind of joke is that? Gonna share it with us? Blessings.
The joke: “Sure I can explain Ayn Rand for you. But what’s in it for me?”
And . . .
LCTC!: And the bartender replied, “I’m sorry sir. This is a respectable establishment. We don’t serve humor in here.” Gracias, J
Got it! What’s in it for ME.
elroyjones: Some people can tell a joke, some can’t, I reckons. Those caps make all the difference. Gracias< j
LOL, I figured “What’s in it for me?” had other connotations. I was going to offer a silky rooster. It would make one gentleman very happy to have him gone. Nearly every time he sets foot here Blacky tries to show his who is boss. I think he is afraid he is replaceable. Blessings.
Mary: Yeah, a silky rooster would be a worthy exchange. Gracias, J
Reblogged this on Nocturnal Admissions and commented:
This is one of the better ones I heard in years.
I liked it. I re-blogged it.
If my readers get it, I’ll be happy.
If not .. they can get to my page, they can get to Google, right?
Maybe they’ll get it but I wouldn’t bet my happiness against the possibility, I’m thinking. Gracias, J