On Monday,  April 18th, 1955, Albert Einstein decided he would rather die than organize his desk.

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“Why did April 18th, 1955, cross the road?”
“Why?
“Time marches on.”

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“How many Albert Einsteins does it take to change a light bulb?”
“How many?”
“Just one, but first he must write an equation about how to do it.”

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“Who eats spinach and writes mathematical equations?”
“Who?”
“Popeye Einstein.”

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“Knock  Knock”
“Who’s there?”
“Albert.”
“Albert who?”
“Albert Einstein.”
“Albert Einstein?  How can that be?  You’re dead.”
“I am?”  Oh yeah.  I forgot.  I’ll go lie down.”

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“Why did Albert Einstein cross the road?”
“Why?”
“He was stalking a chicken.”
“Why would Albert Einstein stalk a chicken?”
“I don’t know.  Love?”
“Albert Einstein is in love with a chicken?”
“These genius types can be eccentric.”

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Albert Einstein’s Death Day walked into a bar and the bartender said, “Wow!  I have been on dates, but I have never served one.  What will it be?”
And April 18th, 1955 said, “I’ll have an Autumn in New York, please.”
The bartender brought April 18th, 1955, an Autumn in New York and said, “This is a miracle!  I am about to watch a date from the Spring 66 years ago drink an Autumn in New York.”
“I don’t mind you watching,” said April 18th, 1955, “but could I have some privacy?”
“No problem,” said the bartender who not only closed the joke, but the blog as well.