OldjJoker
He had new jeans and a brand new jacket on a head set over the hood that looked like it contained an orchestra. He went from rags to riches over night perhaps we should send the dogs out to look for nearbye friends. He wanted money whiskey is expensive and so he wandered in the club and set his old bones inside of new wolves clothes at least he was trying to work lets listen inn. ClubbedOwner: "what is that you do?" OldjJoker: "Eye am an entertainer let me have thirty minutes on this stage no matter what happens you only pay me @$20p for the night." The owner said BOY aer yew in luck the band did not show up. Stand Up Comic. First jJoke ed.note.ed. The Owner did not smile as he introduced the OldjJoker by this moniker he wanted all the drinkers to stay and smile and belly up and pay some more. He placed a coffee cup close to the edge of the stage and yelled to everyone if this man is good with jJokes please fill this up. Then he smiled a sort of twisted grin as several patrons stood again and bought another round. One dripped some whiskey in the cup on his way back down to front. The StandUpComic smiled and told his first joke. "We are camped out near the town." " the Policeman frowned and said what are you doing here?" "we are protecting this city from the Herds of Wild Elephants around" there are no Elephants in this city said the policeman quickly" Your thanks is appreciated sir for a job well done" well you could have heard a pin dropp no one moved or ordered any drinks the ClubbedOwner moved a little to the nervous twitch that always came to his left eye when someone was on stage at night. The jJoker cleared his eye and tried again. "There was a man inside the airplane and he was talking rather nerves and loud he rang out LOOK those people down there look just like ants isn’t it amazing" The Pilot leaned out of the cockpit and said Those ARE ants you idiot we have not taken off yet? The only sound in the club was the Sound of Silence. The ClubbedOwner looked at his watch and frowned down at the empty bar glad that he had not paid the jJoker yet. He gulped some air almost certain that he had failed to earn the $20p but then he smiled remembering the deal it was for time all he had to do was fill the thirty minutes or so he was supposing they would pay. "Why" he began then had to start over with "WHY" a little louder no one coughed or encouraged him otherwise. "WHY"? He tried again "did the pygmies paint all there toenails red?" To hide in the Cherrie trees? It was at this time that the StandUpComic looked down at the coffee cup left there for his tips it was turned around upside down. No one ordered another round the Owner was standing there giving him a huge thumbs down He smiled at the ClubbedOwner you have that backwards actually the Romans gave a thumbs down when they wanted someone to live. Groans filled the cavern space of stage. Fright descended upon the StandUpComicOldjJokers face and he left without the $20p or the whiskey spilled from overturned cup on the StandUpComic stage. The Owner was openly weeping saying good night to all the paying customers. He hurried to the door and very carefully pulled a $50p bill from out of his lapel it was his emergency money kept there so hidden well from robbers and from thieves. The jJoker turned and paused aplomb gone. ClubbedOwner: "Eye will give this to you sir on only one condition never come near this place again with your rendition of a comedian." The OldjJoker took the money slowly turned and walked away into the darkness. The Owner closed the stage door to the alleyway and smiled.
He had new jeans and a brand new jacket on a head set over the hood that looked like it contained an orchestra. He went from rags to riches over night perhaps we should send the dogs out to look for nearbye friends. He wanted money whiskey is expensive and so he wandered in the club and set his old bones inside of new wolves clothes at least he was trying to work lets listen inn. ClubbedOwner: "what is that you do?" OldjJoker: "Eye am an entertainer let me have thirty minutes on this stage no matter what happens you only pay me @$20p for the night." The owner said BOY aer yew in luck the band did not show up. Stand Up Comic. First jJoke ed.note.ed. The Owner did not smile as he introduced the OldjJoker by this moniker he wanted all the drinkers to stay and smile and belly up and pay some more. He placed a coffee cup close to the edge of the stage and yelled to everyone if this man is good with jJokes please fill this up. Then he smiled a sort of twisted grin as several patrons stood again and bought another round. One dripped some whiskey in the cup on his way back down to front. The StandUpComic smiled and told his first joke. "We are camped out near the town." " the Policeman frowned and said what are you doing here?" "we are protecting this city from the Herds of Wild Elephants around" there are no Elephants in this city said the policeman quickly" Your thanks is appreciated sir for a job well done" well you could have heard a pin dropp no one moved or ordered any drinks the ClubbedOwner moved a little to the nervous twitch that always came to his left eye when someone was on stage at night. The jJoker cleared his eye and tried again. "There was a man inside the airplane and he was talking rather nerves and loud he rang out LOOK those people down there look just like ants isn’t it amazing" The Pilot leaned out of the cockpit and said Those ARE ants you idiot we have not taken off yet? The only sound in the club was the Sound of Silence. The ClubbedOwner looked at his watch and frowned down at the empty bar glad that he had not paid the jJoker yet. He gulped some air almost certain that he had failed to earn the $20p but then he smiled remembering the deal it was for time all he had to do was fill the thirty minutes or so he was supposing they would pay. "Why" he began then had to start over with "WHY" a little louder no one coughed or encouraged him otherwise. "WHY"? He tried again "did the pygmies paint all there toenails red?" To hide in the Cherrie trees? It was at this time that the StandUpComic looked down at the coffee cup left there for his tips it was turned around upside down. No one ordered another round the Owner was standing there giving him a huge thumbs down He smiled at the ClubbedOwner you have that backwards actually the Romans gave a thumbs down when they wanted someone to live. Groans filled the cavern space of stage. Fright descended upon the StandUpComicOldjJokers face and he left without the $20p or the whiskey spilled from overturned cup on the StandUpComic stage. The Owner was openly weeping saying good night to all the paying customers. He hurried to the door and very carefully pulled a $50p bill from out of his lapel it was his emergency money kept there so hidden well from robbers and from thieves. The jJoker turned and paused aplomb gone. ClubbedOwner: "Eye will give this to you sir on only one condition never come near this place again with your rendition of a comedian." The OldjJoker took the money slowly turned and walked away into the darkness. The Owner closed the stage door to the alleyway and smiled.
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