Yeah, ya gonna wanna get me for this one, but don't blame me, blame Paul (A.)A man was walking home alone late one night passing a cemetery when he hears a BUMP . . . BUMP . . . BUMP . . . behind him.
Walking a little faster, he looks back, and he makes out the image of an upright coffin banging its way down the sidewalk towards him . . . BUMP . . . BUMP . . . BUMP.
Terrified, the man begins to run towards his home, the coffin bouncing quickly behind him . . . faster . . . faster . . . BUMP . . . BUMP . . . BUMP.
He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, and slams and locks the door behind him.
But the coffin crashes through his door, with the lid of the coffin clapping . . . clappity-BUMP . . . clappity-BUMP . . . clappity-BUMP . . . on the heels of the terrified man. Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, the man locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps. With a loud CRASH the coffin breaks down the door, still bumping and clapping towards him.
The man screams and reaches for something . . . anything . . . but all he can find is a box of cough drops!
Desperate, he throws the box of cough drops at the coffin!
And of course . . . the coffin stopped!
Cheers,
Paul (A.)
Besides Halloween is coming, which brings on the silly season, and, not only that, I may have already posted a version of this joke some time ago. I forgot the punch line and laughed out loud, and I hope you will, too.
