No Jokes About the South
Published Jan 01, 1900
A few nights ago a few friends and I were out to dinner, telling all the southern bubba jokes we knew; boy what a feast! After a while I ducked into the restroom. While I was in there, this big guy came in and said to me, "Hey pal, I'm Southern and I don't like you telling all those southern jokes!" So I said, "Well, they're not against you, pal, just against anyone in the south." "My mother lives in the south!" He screams, and pulls out a razor. Boy was I scared! I was sure he would have killed me if he had found a place to plug it in!
Originally published November 14, 2002.
