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a crappy ghost joke
a traveling salesman stopped at a small hotel, and asked for a room. the hotel manager said "all the rooms are booked except for one, but you don't want to stay in that one."
"why not?" asked the salesman....
"it's haunted" said the manager.
"i'll take it anyway, i'm not scared of a little old ghost!"
"you sure? the room is NON refundable!"
the salesman was tired, and getting upset "YES, JUST GIVE ME THE DAMN ROOM KEY, FOR CHRISTS SAKE!"
"ok, but don't say i didn't warn you"
the salesman goes up to the room, gets settled in. the bed is really comfy. he thinks to himself "that guy at the desk is nuts! there's no evidence of ghosts here" and he goes to sleep.
about an hour later he gets woken up by a low moaning voice...it get's louder, and LOUDER....he finally figures out what the voice is chanting..."i'm the ghost of the poopy fingers...i'm the ghost of the poopy fingers..."
as he runs screaming from the hotel, the manager says "i told ya!"
the next night, another salesman comes in, and ends up the same way "i'm the ghost of the poopy fingers...i'm the ghost of the poopy fingers.."
he screams and runs out of the hotel too.
this happens about once a week, for many years. the hotel gets a reputation, and becomes one of the more seedier hotels in town. attracting the dregs of society. but NO ONE ever tries renting THAT room. until one day, a pimp decides that he needs a place to hide out for a while. he hears "i'm the ghost of the poopy fingers..." but before the voice has a chance to say it again, the pimp says "that's cool, we got plenty of toilet paper!" 
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| December 9, 2009, 04:01 |
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Re: a crappy ghost joke
 
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| December 9, 2009, 04:58 |
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