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And finally!

 

A man in a hot air balloon realised he was lost. He reduced altitude and spotted a guy below. He descended a bit more and shouted, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."

The guy below replied, "You are in a hot air balloon hovering approximately 30 feet above the ground.  You are between 40 and 41 degrees North latitude and between 59 and 60 degrees West longitude."

"You must be a Production Sound Mixer." said the balloonist. 

"I am." replied the guy, "How did you know?"

"Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to make of your information, and the fact is, I am still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help so far."

The guy below responded, "Then you must be a Producer.

"I am," replied the balloonist, "But how did you know?"

"Well," said the chap, "You don't know where you are or where you are going. You have risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air.

You made a promise which you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. The fact is you are in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but now, somehow, it's my fault!"

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And finally!

A man in a hot air balloon realised he was lost. He reduced altitude and spotted a guy below. He descended a bit more and shouted, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."

The guy below replied, "You are in a hot air balloon hovering approximately 30 feet above the ground. You are between 40 and 41 degrees North latitude and between 59 and 60 degrees West longitude."

"You must be a Production Sound Mixer." said the balloonist.

"I am." replied the guy, "How did you know?"

"Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to make of your information, and the fact is, I am still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help so far."

The guy below responded, "Then you must be a Producer.

"I am," replied the balloonist, "But how did you know?"

"Well," said the chap, "You don't know where you are or where you are going. You have risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air.

You made a promise which you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. The fact is you are in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but now, somehow, it's my fault!"

Brilliant...

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Honest Guys this is the last one!

 

Letter from a Tumba kid to Mum and Dad. (For those of you not in the 
know, Tumba is short for Tumbarumba, a small town not far from Wagga 
Wagga, NSW, Australia.)
Dear Mum & Dad,
I am well. Hope you are. Tell big brothers Doug and Phil that the Army 
is better than working on the farm - tell them to get into the Army 
quick before the jobs are all gone.
I was a bit slow in settling down at first, because you don't have to get outta 
bed until 6am. I like sleeping in now, but all you do before brekky is
make your bed and shine your boots and clean ya uniform. No cows to milk, no 
calves to feed, no feed to stack---nothing.
Men must shave, but its not so bad, coz there's hot water and a light to 
see what your doing.
 Breakfast has cereal, fruit and eggs but there's no kangaroo steaks or 
possum stew. You don't get fed again until noon, and by that time all 
the city boys are buggered because we've been on a 'route march' - just 
like walking to the windmill in the back paddock.
This will kill Doug and Phil with laughter. I keep getting medals for 
shooting - dunno why. The bulls eye is as big as a bloody possum's head 
and it doesn't move and its not firing back at you like the Johnsons did 
when our bull got their cow pregnant before Thanksgiving. All you gotta do 
is make yourself comfortable and hit the target - piece of piss. You 
don't even load your own cartridges - they comes in boxes and ya don't 
have to steady yourself against the rollbar of the roo shooting truck 
when you reload.
 Then you gotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be real careful coz 
they break easy - it's not like fighting with Doug and Phil and Jack and 
Boori and Steve all at once like we do. Turns out I'm not a bad boxer 
either and it looks like I'm the best the platoon's got, and I've only 
been beaten by this guy from Seals - he's 6 foot 8 and 13 stone and I'm 5 
foot six and seven stone, but I fought to the end.
I can't complain about the Army - tell the boys to get in quick before 
word gets around how good it is.
Your loving daughter, 
Jill
 
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How do you find the soundie's kid on a playground?

Well, look for the boy sitting in the corner watching the other kids play.

 

How many electricians does it take to change a light bulb?

Five. One holds the bulb, the other four drink until the room is spinning.

 

(To not fuel anything more than I already did, I edited out a joke involving soundies and 9/11 that turned out to be a offensive - which was *not* intended)

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How do you find the soundie's kid on a playground?

Well, look for the boy sitting in the corner watching the other kids play.

 

How many electricians does it take to change a light bulb?

Five. One holds the bulb, the other four drink until the room is spinning.

 

Soundie's last words in World Trade Center on 9/11: "Hold for plane..."

 

I'm not american but the last joke isnt funny to anyone. Think before you post if you want to keep friends Germany... 

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It was a zinger thats for sure.

Still too soon Sonam?

Ha, not personally. I just don't think jokes on mass terrorist or organised death, are funny at any point after the fact.

 

As a sound joke that would be scraping the barrel, but I'd totally say it if I wanted to lose the rest of any adversaries, I made on set.. ;-)

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When I worked in video games, and game designers and animators would come to me with problems that they created, but somehow needed audio help, I would reply with "Let me drop everything and work on your problem". That saying was also on a t-shirt that I have as well. 

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Way back in the early 1960's I worked for the BBC in London at the huge Television Centre.

I was seconded to a presentation studio where if something went wrong like loss of sound or vision it was put in the daily log as a PCU.

What's a PCU you may ask?  it's a PRODUCTION COCK UP.

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