Me: I bought an elephant for your room.
Them: Thanks!
Me: Don’t mention it.
@dgar
Wow. That's got me beat. Usually, I AM the elephant in the room judging by how often I'm greeted by, "Oh shit, it's THAT guy, again!"
@ThePsyOfLife oh shit. It’s that guy. In my comments section. For the first time. Again!
@dgar Thanks, it means a lot.
@jonr
Don’t mention it.
@dgar thanks! The mastodon is a nice addition. I am a bit of a pachyderm-rat.
@tucats
Don’t mention it. 🙂
Doc Edward Morbius ⭕​ (@[email protected])

So, in a desperate ploy to increase buzz about his fading stock-car racing empire, a promoter decided that he needed an extra angle. Searching around, he found that there was a circus which had trained its animals, including a monkey, a bear, and an elephant, to drive clown cars. This, obviously, was going to be the Next Viral Hit. So he arranged to have the animals trained not just to drive clown cars slowly around the stage, but to master the art of tearing down the raceway in a stock car, at 200+ MPH. It took a lot of training, and some substantial retrofitting to the vehicles, but eventually, success was had, and lap speeds increased from a slow walking pace, past 30, 60, 100, 150, and finally 200 miles per hour, deftly handling straightaways, curves, and learning to pay attention to pace cars and flag signals. And it was mostly a success. People went nuts over the monkey. They loved the bear. But the third act was a flop. Nobody wanted to talk about the elephant in the vroom. #DadJokes

Toot.Cat
@dgar
Next thing, Elon will bring when destroying a company
@dgar making me laugh on video calls; excellent

@dgar

*twitch* *twitch*

Well done.

@dgar
'“But you can’t just leave me in the street with an elephant,” Adrian protested.
“Why not?” enquired the carter simply.
“But I can’t take her in there,” said Adrian wildly, gesturing at Mrs. Dredge’s six foot square front garden. “She won’t fit, for one thing… and she’d tread all the plants down.”
“Ar, you should ‘ave thought of that before you ordered ‘er,” said the carter.
“But I didn’t order her. She was left to me by my uncle,” said Adrian, reflecting as he said it how very unlikely the whole thing sounded.
“‘E couldn’t ‘ave liked you very much,” said the carter.'
from Rosy Is My Relative by Gerald Durrell

@dgar Reminds of a joke from my childhood.

How do you know if an elephant has been in your refridgerator?
They always leave a footprint in the pizza.

Told this to a kid leaving 7-11 with a boxed pizza. He blinked and smiled. I bet he'll repeat it to his family. I wonder if it will loose something in the translation to Spanish.

@mvilain @dgar the French version is not about knowing if the elephant was in the fridge but « how do you put an elephant in a fridge ?
- you simply open the door, put the elephant in the fridge and then close the door. »

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@mvilain @dgar

There is a second stage.

A few minutes/hours later you can ask the same kid how to put a girafe in a fridge. He will surely offer to open the door, put the girafe in and close the door.

Which is overseeing the catch, because there is one : you open the door, get the elephant out of the fridge first, then you can put the girafe in and close the door.

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