I was planning on writing something entirely different today but a friend of mine sent me these jokes and I couldn’t help myself not to share. As we all know, humans can make fun of themselves easily and thus jokes have been invented. Every flaw or specific characteristic of someone can be exploit it and transformed into laughing material. So, after all those years laughing of dentists, lawyers, doctors and so on, today I found myself laughing of artists and writers (why is that always different?).
They say you should never touch an artist’s ego in the wrong way, or laugh at his work, because posterity will have to suffer and endure his rage over the centuries. Well, I won’t be as harsh as sharing the really mean ones but these are the ones that made me laugh today.
“How many modern artists does it take to change a light bulb?
Four. One to throw bulbs against the wall, one to pile hundreds of them in a heap and spray-paint it orange, one to glue light bulbs to a cocker spaniel and one to put a bulb in the socket and fill the room with light while all the critics and buyers are watching the fellow smashing the bulbs against the wall, the fellow with the spray-gun and the cocker spaniel.”
And to be fair and not forget about all my fellow writers, here’s one that is painfully true:
“A writer died and was given the option of going to heaven or hell.
She decided to check out each place first. As the writer descended into the fiery pits, she saw row upon row of writers chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they were repeatedly whipped with thorny lashes.
“Oh my,” said the writer. “Let me see heaven now.”
A few moments later, as she ascended into heaven, she saw rows of writers, chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they, too, were whipped with thorny lashes.
“Wait a minute,” said the writer. “This is just as bad as hell!”
“Oh no, it’s not,” replied an unseen voice. “Here, your work gets published.”