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  • I've been reading some variation of this joke since the early 80s.

    I am confident it can be found somewhere in Shakespeare's plays and perhaps on clay tablets hidden deep in the Mesopotamian valley.

  • So this one time I was like three and being too quiet. I don't remember this. Apparently I had climbed up the upright grand piano and gotten scared of heights. I pressed myself against the wall and was whispering "help" over and over. Not too loud, because I was worried I'd get in trouble for climbing on the piano, but I needed help.

    I was a high energy child. I learned to stop my bicycle at first by jumping off it onto grass hopefully and letting the bike crash. It must have been a nightmare for my parents to watch. So any extended silence was suspicious.

  • Kinda reminds me of when I was using dating apps, and women would ask how they knew I wasn't a serial killer. "If I was a serial killer, it would be pretty stupid to leave a bunch of digital records of me being the last person my victim talked to, I'd get caught immediately."

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