You’re right: politicians. So here’s a good one from my old partner Glenmore Trenear-Harvey
Two Crocodiles were sitting by the side of the swamp near the river.
The smaller one turned to the bigger one and said, “I can’t understand how you can be so much bigger than me. We’re the same age. We were the same size as kids. I just don’t get it.”
“Well,” said the big Croc, “What have you been eating?”
“Politicians, same as you,” replied the small Croc.
“Hmm. Well, where do you catch them?”
“Down the other side of the swamp near the parking lot by the Parliament Buildings.”
“Same here. Hmm. How do you catch them?”
“Well, I crawl up under one of their Lexus cars and wait for one to unlock the car door. Then I jump out, grab them by the leg, shake the shit out of them and eat ’em!”
” Aha!” says the big Crocodile, “I think I see your problem. You’re not getting any real nourishment. See, by the time you finish shaking the shit out of a Politician, there’s nothing left but an asshole and a briefcase.”
Cultural Note:
I think this comes from Oz, as there’s an election there and plenty of crocodiles. My second wife was previously engaged to the Attorney General of Australia.
He only escaped going to jail for fraud by dying.
“He only escaped going to jail for fraud by dying.”
Yes, there was a lot of that going on in the aftermath of the 80’s in Australia.
Seriously, we’re not making this up.
“Times change, people don’t.” – John Caples. I think the gentleman in question died in the ’70s. I had lunch with him one day in Sydney. He was one pf the only people I ever met who was busy emptying not one but two glasses of wine alternately.