The Comic Strip That Has A Finale Every Day by John "Scully" Scully for October 18, 2022

Who doesn’t like goats! If it has sound, always better to unmute..

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this one sounds familiar, I don’t remember if I’ve submitted this before.. If I did, here’s your second chance to enjoy it

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The Men, The Woman and the Train Ride

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Three women and three men are traveling by train to a conference. At the station, the three men each buy tickets and watch as the three women buy only a single ticket. ”How are three people going to travel on only one ticket?” asks one of the guys.

”Watch and you’ll see,” answers a woman. All of them board the train. The men take their respective seats but all three women cram into a restroom and close the door behind them.

Shortly after the train has departed, the conductor comes around collecting tickets. He knocks on the restroom door and says, “Ticket, please.” The door opens just a crack and a single arm emerges with a ticket in hand. The conductor takes it and moves on.

The men saw this and agreed it was a clever idea. So after the conference, the men decide to copy the women on the return trip and save some money. When they get to the station they buy a single ticket for the return trip. To their astonishment, the women don’t buy a ticket at all. ”How are you going to travel without a ticket?” says one of the perplexed men.

”Watch and you’ll see,” is the answer. When they board the train the three men cram into a restroom and the three women cram into another one nearby. The train departs. Shortly afterwards, one of the women leaves her restroom and walks over to the restroom where the men are hiding. She knocks on the door and says in a low voice, “Ticket, please.”

I believe when you used it last, it was Mathematicians and Engineers. And it wasn’t all that long ago. If I’m right, I am starting to wonder if maybe your elevator isn’t quite reaching the top floor anymore. If I’m wrong, I either made the joke up in my head not long ago, read it somewhere else. or my mental crayons aren’t as bright as they used to be.