If your last name was King, it would make a great sign.Yes, but if I listed them here, I'd get permanently banned.
If your last name was King, it would make a great sign.
Well, I was never noted for original thinking. That's why I like to screw up other peoples' songs over writing my own.Actually, it derives from "that joke", if you know it. I told that joke too often back in my sailing days, and the name stuck.![]()
Tell us that joke...please!Actually, it derives from "that joke", if you know it. I told that joke too often back in my sailing days, and the name stuck.![]()
Tell us that joke...please!
Hahaha! That's a good joke! And it's good to hear one that's not dirty. I'll be telling that one.I hate to be hijacking this thread, but you aksed fer it, but you prolly won't like it......
A doctor was working in the ER of a hospital one evening, when a woman came in with a boy about 12 years old. She said he was her son and had injured his left leg playing basketball, really bad sprain or broken?
The doctor ordered X-rays to be sure, and while they waited, he got personal info from the woman.
(Dr) "Could I get your name, ma'am?"
(Woman) "Mary Johnson."
(Dr) "And your son's name?"
(Woman) "Nosmo....Nosmo King."
(Dr) "NOSMO?!?! What kinda name is THAT? And you said your last name is Johnson? What's with the
'King'?"
(Woman) "Well, when I was giving birth to him, I was in terrible pain. Horrible, horrible pain. They gave me all the drugs they could, but nothing worked. So, I prayed, and I prayed to the Lord to take away my pain. And suddenly, an angel appeared before me, and angel all in red. And she said to me, "I'll take away your pain, if you will name your child "Nosmo King". I said OK, and the angel vanished, and so did the pain."
(Dr) "I see......OK, whatever...."
The doctor finished up the papers, X-rays showed leg not broken, only a sprain, so the doctor bandaged it up and let them go home.
Later that night, the doctor ended his shift and took a short cut leaving the hospital, walking through the maternity ward. As he did so, he looked up, and high up on the wall was a big red sign that said........
NO SMOKING
So, here's the deal:
I told this joke too many times. Also, one evening we were all drinking up a storm in a bar and some woman came up to me and asked me my name. (Hey, it could happen!) Drunken lout that I was, I said with my best comedian voice, "NOSMO, by name is NOSMO!" What can I say, I'm used to going home alone.
Well, the guys all heard that, and so of course, it stuck. It came in handy on one of the boats I crewed on because one of the other guys had the same first name as me, so they called him by his real name, and I was forever "Nosmo".
Now, aren't you sorry you asked?
I hate to be hijacking this thread, but you aksed fer it, but you prolly won't like it......
A doctor was working in the ER of a hospital one evening, when a woman came in with a boy about 12 years old. She said he was her son and had injured his left leg playing basketball, really bad sprain or broken?
The doctor ordered X-rays to be sure, and while they waited, he got personal info from the woman.
(Dr) "Could I get your name, ma'am?"
(Woman) "Mary Johnson."
(Dr) "And your son's name?"
(Woman) "Nosmo....Nosmo King."
(Dr) "NOSMO?!?! What kinda name is THAT? And you said your last name is Johnson? What's with the
'King'?"
(Woman) "Well, when I was giving birth to him, I was in terrible pain. Horrible, horrible pain. They gave me all the drugs they could, but nothing worked. So, I prayed, and I prayed to the Lord to take away my pain. And suddenly, an angel appeared before me, and angel all in red. And she said to me, "I'll take away your pain, if you will name your child "Nosmo King". I said OK, and the angel vanished, and so did the pain."
(Dr) "I see......OK, whatever...."
The doctor finished up the papers, X-rays showed leg not broken, only a sprain, so the doctor bandaged it up and let them go home.
Later that night, the doctor ended his shift and took a short cut leaving the hospital, walking through the maternity ward. As he did so, he looked up, and high up on the wall was a big red sign that said........
NO SMOKING
So, here's the deal:
I told this joke too many times. Also, one evening we were all drinking up a storm in a bar and some woman came up to me and asked me my name. (Hey, it could happen!) Drunken lout that I was, I said with my best comedian voice, "NOSMO, by name is NOSMO!" What can I say, I'm used to going home alone.
Well, the guys all heard that, and so of course, it stuck. It came in handy on one of the boats I crewed on because one of the other guys had the same first name as me, so they called him by his real name, and I was forever "Nosmo".
Now, aren't you sorry you asked?