A duck waddles into a small shop and asks, “Hey, got any grapes?”
The shopkeeper shakes his head. “No grapes here, buddy.”
The next day, the duck returns. “Hey, got any grapes?”
The shopkeeper frowns.
“Still no grapes.
I told you yesterday.”
Day three—same duck, same question. “Got any grapes?”
Now the shopkeeper’s furious.
“Listen, featherhead! If you ask me about grapes one more time, I’m gonna nail your beak to the floor!”
The next day, the duck strolls in like nothing happened.
“Hey, got any nails?”
The shopkeeper, puzzled, says, “No… why?”
Duck smiles.
“Great! Got any grapes?”
LOL!! HOPE THIS JOKE WILL MAKE YOU SMILE!
HAVE A NICE DAY!!
A duck waddled into a pub
A duck waddled into a pub and asked for a beer and a ham sandwich. The bartender stared and said, “Hold on a sec!
You’re a duck!”
“That’s pretty obvious,” the duck replied. “And you talk!” shouted the bartender.
“And you hear well!” the duck said.
“Now, about that beer and sandwich?”
“Oh, right, sorry,” the bartender said, pouring the duck’s beer. “We don’t get many ducks around here. What brings you in?”
“I’m working at that construction site over there,” the duck explained.
“I’m a plasterer.”
The bartender was surprised, but let the duck be when he pulled out a newspaper to read.
The duck read the paper, ate his food, and left. He did this every day for two weeks.
Then, the circus came to town. The circus manager came into the pub, and the bartender said, “Hey, you’re with the circus, right?
I know a duck who’d be a star in your show!
He talks, drinks beer, eats sandwiches, reads the paper… he’s amazing!”
“Is that right?” the circus manager said, handing the bartender his card. “Tell him to give me a call.”
The next day, when the duck came in, the bartender said, “Hey Mr. Duck, I think I found you a fantastic job that pays well.”
“I’m always interested in new opportunities,” the duck said.
“Where is it?”
“At the circus,” the bartender answered.
“The circus?” the duck asked. “Yep,” said the bartender.
“The circus?” the duck asked again. “The one with the big tent?”
“Exactly!” said the bartender.
“With the animals in cages and people living in trailers?” asked the duck.
“That’s the one,” said the bartender. “And the tent is made of that heavy fabric with a hole at the top?” the duck asked. “That’s right!” said the bartender.
The duck shook his head and said, “Why would they need a plasterer?”
