Some People Have Too Much Free Time [Lily]

Right now in home school, Emma and I are doing a report on Mahatma Gandhi. I happened to receive an e-mail with jokes on it (now this was one of those annoying chain mail forwarded e-mails, so it had pretty lame jokes. One thing I wonder about those kinds of emails is who originally wrote them.) and I stumbled on a pretty clever one about Gandhi (and when I say “clever” I don’t mean it’s that funny) so I decided to post it on our blog:
“Mahatma Gandhi walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him a super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.”
The person who wrote that joke must have had a lot of spare time, to think of a phrase about Gandhi that was similar to the word “supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.” (At first I spelled this word wrong, so it had the red squiggle thing under it, so I right mouse clicked on it, suspecting it to say in faded grey letters, “no spelling suggestions,” but it actually had S-U-P-E-R-C-A-L-I-F-R-A-G-I-L-I-S-T-I-C-E-X-P-I-A-L-I-D-O-C-I-O-U-S, (well, actually it said supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, but supercalifragilisticexpialidocious is spelled S-U-P-E-R-C-A-L-I-F-R-A-G-I-L-I-S-T-I-C-E-X-P-I-A-L-I-D-O-C-I-O-U-S, so I decided to type S-U-P-E-R-C-A-L-I-F-R-A-G-I-L-I-S-T-I-C-E-X-P-I-A-L-I-D-O-C-I-O-U-S rather than supercalifragilisticexpialidocious because the right mouse click thing tells you the spelling, although supercalifragilisticexpialidocious tells you the spelling, too, it is easier to see the spelling in S-U-P-E-R-C-A-L-I-F-R-A-G-I-L-I-S-T-I-C-E-X-P-I-A-L-I-D-O-C-I-O-U-S) so that settles the “How do you spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious?” question. (Of course the person asking that question wouldn’t know how to spell it, obviously, so it would be more like, “How do you spell that word from Mary Poppins that sounds quite atrocious?” (Well, they’d most likely say the word rather than giving the explanation, but Heaven knows how they would spell it, because like my dad once stated they might not be “the brightest tack in the box.” (See, it’s supposed to be either “the brightest bulb on the tree” or “the sharpest tack in the box, but “the brightest tack in the box” just doesn’t work, you know?) But since I’m typing it, rather than saying it, I can just write “How do you spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious?”) But for anyone that cares, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious is spelled S-U-P-E-R-C-A-L-I-F-R-A-G-I-L-I-S-T-I-C-E-X-P-I-A-L-I-D-O-C-I-O-U-S.)
I just wanted you readers to share the dull laughter that is caused by that joke by the person who had lots of spare time to think it up, as well as twenty other lame jokes like, “A man walked in to a restaurant with a slab of asphalt and said to the waiter, “I’d like to buy two sodas; one for me now and one for the road.” Why does the world even need that kind of joke? It’s not that funny or educational or anything.
Well, the main reason I even made this blog post on this topic was to tell the Gandhi joke. And now that I’ve told it, I’m done. So I hope you enjoyed the joke!