The man looks at the salmon "Hey, you can talk"? "Course I can, go on put me back, there's much bigger fish under the bridge". "All right", says the man, "I'll put you back, what's your name? "Rusty" says the salmon, "And yours?" "My name's Dave"
He puts the fish back in the water & resolves to say nothing to anyone, for fear that he'll become a laughing stock.
10 years later he's fishing in the same spot & he hooks a monster. It takes him 2 hours to land it. He looks at it & pictures it on his dinner plate. Just then the salmon opens one eye & looks at him "Dave, is that you"?
"Rusty, I don't believe it, it must be 10 years since I let you go, what have you been doing"?
"Well Dave, I've had a fantastic time, I've swum the 7 seas & all the oceans. In fact, I've just come across the Atlantic, but I was really disturbed".
"Why's that Rusty"?
"Well, I was half way across & a voice told me to swim deeper, so I did, deeper & deeper & I found this huge shipwreck. I counted 4 funnels, it felt like death so I had to leave".
"Wow Rusty, that was the Titanic it sank & almost all on board were drowned."
"Ah, I knew it, in fact, I was so upset I had to sit down & write a poem about it" said Rusty.
"A poem, don't talk daft, you're just a fish, how can you write a poem, that's rubbish."
"No Dave, really, it's available in all bookshops now."
"Ok" says Dave, "so what's it called then?"
"Salmon Rustys Titanic Verses.
My 8 year old and I workshopped the punchline today
Apparently, that doesnt work both ways
"You know, guys, it's so odd. My son went to Jerusalem to learn more about his faith, and I'll be damned if he didn't come back Christian." The second man says,
"Yeah, the same thing happened to my son." The third says
"Same guys. I think we should go talk to the Rabbi about it." They go, and the Rabbi just says, "I dunno, guys, I think you should just ask God." So they pray.
"God, we don't understand. Our sons went to Jerusalem to learn about their faith and came back Christian." God says,
"Huh, same thing happened to my son."
He led them into his bedroom, where a large brass gong and a wooden mallet stood in the corner.
One of his friends pointed at it and asked,
What's with the big brass gong?
That's not a gong, the drunk replied proudly. It's a talking clock.
A talking clock? his friend asked. Seriously?
Yep.
How does it work?
Watch.
The drunk grabbed the mallet, swung it with all his might, and hit the brass gong with an ear-shattering BONG!
The three of them stood there in silence for a few seconds.
Then, from the other side of the wall, a furious voice yelled,
You idiot! It's 3:15 in the morning!