...a man of no small reputation, contributor to many scholarly journals, holding a doctorate, teaching at a fine institution of higher learning, just sent me this.
A frog goes into a bank and approaches a loan officer's desk. He can see from her nameplate that her name is Patricia Whack.
"Miss Whack, I'd like to get a $30,000 loan to take a vacation."
Patty looks at the frog in disbelief and asks his name. The frog says "My name is Kermit Jagger, my dad is Mick Jagger. It's okay, I know the bank manager here."
Patty explains that he will need to secure the loan with some collateral.
The frog says, "Sure. I have this," and produces a tiny porcelain elephant, about an inch tall, bright pink and perfectly formed.
Very confused, Patty explains that she'll have to consult with the bank manager and disappears into a back office.
She finds the manager and says, "There's a frog called Kermit Jagger out there who claims to know you and wants to borrow $30,000, and he wants to use this as collateral."
She holds up the tiny pink elephant. "I mean, what in the world is this?"
The bank manager looks back at her and says...
"It's a knickknack, Patty Whack. Give the frog a loan. His old man's a Rolling Stone."
Groan.
Posted by: Grouchy Old Yorkie Lady at January 13, 2006 12:54 PMNo, Stone.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 13, 2006 01:16 PMA Fie on ye fowl punster!
Posted by: Tony von Krag at January 13, 2006 04:34 PMAs I said, it's all the Professor's fault.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 13, 2006 04:46 PM