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Hello, folks. I did not write any jokes on Easter weekend. We have a heckler in the crowd. All right! Who said, "There IS a God!" This is the third edition in a series in which I impersonate a Catskills era comedian.  The jokes of the day are short. The single-theme narratives are longer. Most of these go over as well as the Hindenburg disaster.  Let's try some out. "Oh, the profanity!" *My friend, Hans, an electrician, was waxing his boat April 18 at a local boatyard. His son, Manny, also an electrician, was helping him.  Manny was applying a fresh coat of wax to the bow (I can recite nautical terms with the best of them). While he smoothed the wax with an electric (of course) buffer, his bluejeans were drooping. After a couple of minutes, his drawers were dropping like the Dow Jones industrial average.  I could have said, "Hey, Hans. If those breeches drop any further, Manny can moonlight as a plumber." Get it? Moonlight? For the young people, (most ...

 Hello, folks. In this blog, I try to impersonate a Catskills comedian. Most of the time, my act falls flatter than the breakfast specials at IHOP. These jokes are for April 17, .2025.  *What do you call a four-legged alien from another planet who can't dance? A: A dude who really DOES have two left feet. *The New York Times ran a story today with the headline in its Digital edition: "Where is Rosie O'Donnell?" A better question would be, who ..... (insert verb here)? Rosie lives in Ireland and makes documentaries. I believe she has a lot of privacy and personal space if the Irish care about her as much as I do.  It's not just me, folks. The whole world is cruel. I found that out by driving at the posted speed limit for the past 50 years. * The supermarket was crowded today with customers stocking up for Easter and Passover meals.  A female cashier packed my groceries. She placed a box of matzohs at the top of my final bag and said, "Last but not yeast."...

 By Peter Healy Catskills Comedy Writer We all need a good laugh — especially this month. A deluge of dad jokes can divert your mind from the current chaos in the equity markets. The Oxford Languages website defines a dad joke as an unoriginal and predictable joke, often containing a pun. The internet is teeming with dad jokes. Siri will tell them on your iPhone. Middle aged and elderly men tell the classic dad quips, especially at family gatherings and male-bonding venues like bars and bowling alleys. Think back to Thanksgiving. “Dad is telling jokes. What do we do?” “We can go out and rake leaves until he stops, or put on some noise-canceling headphones.” At my age, dad joke locations switch to retired men's clubs and the local senior center. A member of the Senior Men’s Association of Stamford told about two dozen dad jokes at a recent meeting. The first was, why can’t a nose be 12 inches long?  If it were, it would be a foot. Badda Boom! Let’s see if I can be more origi...