Another silly joke.
Aug. 5th, 2009 10:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
railentheIt's a little out of season right now (and possibly a bit dated), but it's stuck in my head, so here goes.
A Russian named Rudolph looks up from his paper one morning as he hears an annoying clatta-clatta noise on the tin roof. After a moment of consideration, he concludes, "It's raining."
His wife looks up at the noise too, thinks about it for a second, and concludes, "No, it's sleeting," as she listens to the racket it makes.
"It's raining," insists Rudolph.
"You haven't even looked outside," his wife points out.
"It's raining." He looks over his paper at his wife as he asserts, "Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear."
A Russian named Rudolph looks up from his paper one morning as he hears an annoying clatta-clatta noise on the tin roof. After a moment of consideration, he concludes, "It's raining."
His wife looks up at the noise too, thinks about it for a second, and concludes, "No, it's sleeting," as she listens to the racket it makes.
"It's raining," insists Rudolph.
"You haven't even looked outside," his wife points out.
"It's raining." He looks over his paper at his wife as he asserts, "Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear."
