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This one is for the ex-Grandpa Cletus.
A WW II battleship, sailing the Atlantic, was suddenly attacked by an enemy ship. As the cannons boomed, the captain stood nobly and called out, "Bring me my red shirt!"
The shirt was brought, the Captain put it on, and after a long battle, they were victorious. The crew looked to the captain and asked, "Why the red shirt?"
The captain said slowly: "This shirt is the colour of blood. If I am wounded, you will not see that I am bleeding, and you will fight on without thinking about me."
The next day, two enemy ships attacked. The captain again stood, with great self assurance, and called out, "Bring me my red shirt!"
The crew, sensing the captain's resolve, fought valiantly -- and after a long battle, the day was won.
The next day, the watchman looked out and saw an entire fleet of ships heading at them. He called out to the captain and crew. The captain took the spy glass and looked out over the ocean. He stood tall and proud on the bridge, and called out to his crew: "Bring me my brown pants!"
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