Paul sent me this one. He said Flip Wilson did a long version of this on his TV show.
This is a story about a Roman. His name was Herman. His name was Roman Herman. The fad of the era was berries. People collected berries. They were a status symbol. One day, while Roman Herman was roaming the outskirts of Rome, he spied a berry. It was the most beautiful berry he had ever seen. He took the berry and brought it to his wife, who loved berries. She saw the berry. She praised it. She said “That’s an awful nice berry you got there Herman!” Pretty soon, word got around about the berry. People came from all over Rome to see the berry, and to praise it. One night, there was a menacing knock on the door. It was late. Herman opened it. He said “Who are you?” They said “We’ve come for your berry.” He says “It’s not my berry, it’s my wife’s berry. Have you come to praise her berry?” They say,
“No, we’ve come to seize her berry, not to praise it.”
OUCH !
Made me laugh. 🙂
This Is Awful even for Awful.
When I was living in Ireland years ago I paid a visit to a Country Kerry, West coast fishing village known for the unique berries found in fields around the area.
The village is called Dingle.
I guess it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what those slightly pungent objects are known as.
When I was little, we had a book of prose, “friends Romans countrymen lend me your ears, I’ll return them on Friday.” And “I come to bury Ceaser, his family is poor and can’t afford a proper funeral. ” see? It could be worse.