Some time ago,I lived as a miller in a small town called Summerhill near Portland. Odd name for the place because it’s rarely summer and there’s no hill, man, talbot I digress. One time, a couple pulled into town in July with their Rossignol skis on a rack asking where the nearest ski hill was, so I bouchard the answer dawes because I’m the kind of jeau that does laraque to have fun with lost people. Mondou, I reardon do things out of ill humour grabos ki people in my life tell me it’s not funny like these jokes:
What do you call a lascivious toupé? A lud wig.
What do you call a dead reindeer? Blitzenbergers.
What’s a Macedonian cocktail? A brandy Alexandre.
When is a beard a farm animal? When it’s a gauthi(er). Name the apple that’s part Scottish and part of an airport. A McCormack.
What do you step on to keep a thief from fleeing? The roberto.
What do you call the son of a sandwich? A hoganson. Okay, okay, Henny Youngman I’m not.
My friends cam polieve that I’ll take anyone’s jokes and make them take the brunet of them, but I like to pleau through a few to keep things light.
Art Alexandre, Jean Beliveau, Gary Blaine, Emile Bouchard, Claude Bourque, Rene Bourque, Dustin Boyd, Benoit Brunet, Chris Campoli, Wilf Cude, Bob Dawes, Gerald Desaulniers, Paul Gauthier, Cliff Goupille, Tony Graboski, Lucien Grenier, George Hainsworth, Hago Harrington, Larry Hillman, Dale Hoganson, Mark Lamb, Rod Langway, Guy Lapointe, Georges Laraque, John LeClair, Ed Litzenberger, Stan Long,Ross Lowe, Craig Ludwig, Fernand Majeau, John McCormack, Bill Miller, Armand Mondou, Larry Pleau, Mike Polich, John Portland, Jean Pusie, Ken Reardon, Phil Roberto, Rolland Rossignol, Bill Summerhill, Jean-Guy Talbot, Nils Tremblay, Carol Vadnais, Jason Ward and Murray Wilson.