Phillip told me this joke this morning while we were lying in bed:

A man calls the Animal Control in his town, because there is a crazed gorilla on his roof, and he can’t figure out how to get it down safely. Soon, a van pulls up, and an old man gets out, carrying a small dog, a baseball bat, and a gun. He hands the man the gun.

“Okay, here’s what we do. I’m going to go up onto your roof, and threaten the gorilla with this baseball bat until he falls down. When he falls down, this little dog will bite him in the balls until he’s incapacitated.”

“Great,” says the man. “But what’s the gun for?”

“In case I fall down instead of the gorilla — shoot the dog.”

What I want to know is: where does he get this stuff? Phillip goes to work and comes back–for the most part, that’s pretty much it. He doesn’t spend a lot of time in his local pub, and his economics colleagues don’t seem likely to forward this type of thing around. Is he spending most of his time surfing the web, looking for so-so jokes with which to amuse little old me?

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