Three Turtles

Posted a day in the life of a joke | 18. January 2011 | There are no comments

Three turtles, Joe, Steve, and Raymond, decide to go on a picnic.

So Joe compresses the picnic basket, Bottled beverages, cookies and sandwiches. Problems is a picnic site is 10 miles away, so that the turtles have a duration of 10 days from the date on which the transition as a whole. They arrive on time, all are exhausted.

Joe take stuff out of the car, one at a time. He takes out of soft drinks and says, "Alright, Steve, gimme bottle opener."
"I didn't bring state-of-the-bottle opener," Steve says. "I thought it will be packed."
Jamie's concern appears. He turns to Raymond. "Raymond, do you have a bottle opener?" Naturally, Raymond is not, so the Turtles are stuck without a 10-mile soda at home.

Joe & Steve beg to turn back to the home Raymond, and search for it, but Raymond contributions refuses, knowing that they eat everything he gets back to the time.

After approximately two hours for the turtles to manage to convince them to go, kiroilua, Raymond great grand turtles graves, that they do not touch the food. So Raymond lays down the road, slow and steady.

20 days to go, but not Raymond. Joe and Steve are puzzled, but gutom and promise is a promise.

Another day passes and yet not Raymond, but the promise is a promise. After three days pass, Raymond in sight, the Internet, without

Steve starts by getting restless. "The need for food!" he says, his voice dementia tip. "NO!" Joe retorts. "We Promised We Would Answer".

Five days to go. Joe is likely to be out of the switch realizes Raymond diner down the road, so the two turtles barely lift the lid, open and get a sandwich to eat.

But then on the right that the instant you receive off one Raymond rock behind and says, "it knew!, I am fucking goes now!"

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Three Turtles

Three turtles, Joe, Steve, and Raymond, decide to go on a picnic.

So Joe packs the picnic basket with cookies, bottled sodas, and sandwiches. The trouble is, the picnic site is 10 miles away, so the turtles take 10 whole days to get there. By the time they do arrive, everyone’s exhausted.

Joe takes the stuff out of the basket, one by one. He takes out the sodas and says, “Alright, Steve, gimme the bottle opener.”
“I didn’t bring the bottle opener,” Steve says. “I thought you packed it.”
Joe gets worried. He turns to Raymond. “Raymond, do you have the bottle opener?” Naturally, Raymond doesn’t have it, so the turtles are stuck ten miles away from home without soda.

Joe & Steve beg Raymond to turn back home and retrieve it, but Raymond flatly refuses, knowing that they’ll eat everything by the time he gets back.

After about two hours, the turtles manage to convince Raymond to go, swearing on their great-grand turtles’ graves that they won’t touch the food. So, Raymond sets off down the road, slow and steadily.

Twenty days pass, but no Raymond. Joe and Steve are hungry and puzzled, but a promise is a promise.

Another day passes, and still no Raymond, but a promise is a promise. After three more days pass without Raymond in sight,

Steve starts getting restless. “I NEED FOOD!” he says with a hint of dementia in his voice. “NO!” Joe retorts. “We promised.”

Five more days pass. Joe realizes that Raymond probably skipped out to the diner down the road, so the two turtles weakly lift the lid, get a sandwich, and open their mouths to eat.

But then, right at that instant, Raymond pops out from behind a rock, and says, “I knew it!, I’m not bl**dy going now!”

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