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
Old Jules
74 years old, a resident of Leavenworth, KS, in an apartment located on the VA campus. Partnered with a black shorthaired cat named Mister Midnight. (1943-2020)
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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