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MaitreDeFey -> RE: The first joke you remember learning (3/12/2009 4:54:39 PM)
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Not only is this the first joke I really remember hearing, it's the first joke I remember hating. The telling of the joke was prefaced with these words "Are you sure you are ready for the curse of the pink ping pong balls?" So, silly me, I nodded, and the rest is...
Little Jimmie is on his way to the first day of first grade when his father pulls him aside and says, "OK son, I'll make a deal with you, if you get a perfect score all through grade school, I'll get you whatever you want, OK? Little Jimmie nods and heads off to school with his head held high.
Five years later, Jimmie has graduated from fifth grade and he brings the last grade card to his father, on it are all As and he asks of his father this: A red ryder wagon filled with pink ping pong balls. His dad asks why of course, but Jimmie just smiles and says
"You Promised."
So Dad goes out and gets little Jimmie a Red Ryder wagon and fills it with pink ping pong balls. His son puts the wagon in the garage, says thank you and runs out to enjoy summer vacation.
As summer vacation draws to an end, Jimmie's dad pulls him aside and says to him: "Jimmie, you are now entering Middle School, if you make it through with all A's, I'll give you whatever you want!" Jimmie nods solemnly and the agreement is made.
As expected, he completes middle school, and high school and college and grad school all with honors and perfect grades. By the time Jimmie returns home to collect on his final promise, the side yard is a mess with a wagon, a go cart, a corvette, an SUV and a big old RV, all filed with Pink Ping Pong Balls! Still refusing to explain the mysterious requests, Jimmie chains everything together, kisses his mother and father goodbye, gets behind the wheel of the RV and drives off into his future.
Well, his dad has had quite enough of the mystery so he jumps into his own car and follows his son out to find out what he is going to do with millions of pink ping pong balls. The drive continues for about ten minutes when he rounds a corner and finds an immense wreck, everything is totaled and Jimmie is lying on his back, blood pooling beneath him. His father rushes to him and pulls his son's head into his lap and asks: "Son, son, if it's the last thing you say, why oh why did you want all of those pink ping pong balls?"
Jimmie looks up at his father and say's: "I...I..."
And then he dies.
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