Beerstorming - oder gute Ideen sind nicht neu

Manchmal fragt man sich bei der kreativen Arbeit, ob nun ein Brainstorming angebracht wäre, oder ob man gleich ins Bier gehen soll. Diesen Zwiespalt versuchte ich heute im Büro mit dem Aufruf zum Beerstorming zu lösen, einer Kombination aus beidem. Die Idee fand ich so cool – es wäre ja zu schön gewesen, wenn nicht schon ein anderer vergnüglicher Zeitgenosse auf selbige gestossen wäre: Beerstorming bei Urban Dictionary.

And that's how the fight started... - Part 7

I asked my wife, «Where do you want to go for our anniversary?» It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation.

«Somewhere I haven’t been in a long time!» she said.

So I suggested, «How about the kitchen?»

And that’s when the fight started…

And that's how the fight started... - Part 6

A woman is standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror. She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, ’I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.’

The husband replies, ’Your eyesight’s darn near perfect.’

And that’s how the fight started …

And that's how the fight started... - Part 5

My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.

My wife asked, ’Do you know her?’

’Yes,’ I sighed, ’she’s my old girlfriend I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago and I hear she hasn’t been sober since.’

’My God!’ says my wife, ’Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?’

And that’s how the fight started …

And that's how the fight started... - Part 4

I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first. ’I’ll have the strip steak, medium rare, please.’

He said, ’Aren’t you worried about the mad cow?’

’Nah,’ I said, ’she can order for herself.’

And that’s how the fight started …

And that's how the fight started... - Part 3

After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver’s license to verify my age.

I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.

The woman said, ’Unbutton your shirt’.

So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.

She said, ’That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me’ and she processed my Social Security application.

When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office.

She said, ’You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten Disability, too’

And that’s how the fight started …

And that's how the fight started... - Part 2

My wife and I are watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, «Do you want to have sex?»

«No,» she answered.

I then said, «Is that your final answer?»

She didn’t even look at me this time, simply saying «Yes.»

So I said, «Then I’d like to phone a friend.»

And that’s how the fight started …

And that's how the fight started... - Part 1

Als Vorbereitung auf die Tücken des Ehelebens, hier der Einstiegsjoke in eine Fortsetzungsreihe unter dem Titel «And that’s how the fight started…» – zwar in englisch, aber sicher trotzdem verständlich.

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