Don’t Worry About It


“Why did Worry cross the road?”
“Don’t worry about it.”


“How often does Worry have sex?”
“I dunno.  How often?”
“Don’t worry about it.”


“This blog, so far, is not funny.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“But it’s supposed to make people laugh.”
“To make the world a better place.”
“Why make the world a better place?”
“So people don’t worry.”
“Well, don’t worry about it.”


Worry walked into a bar and the bartender said, “With all the booze I have, this is no place for you.”
And Worry said, “Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m not worried,” said the bartender.
“Of course not,” said Worry.  “You are bartender.”
“Really?  Does it show that I am bartender?” said the bartender.
“Yes,” said Worry, “but don’t worry about it.”


“Knock  Knock”
“Who’s there?”
“Worry who?”
“Worry that I could be a serial killer.”
“Sorry, I have no Corn Flakes, Cheerios, or Lucky Charms.”
“Okay, I’ll kill elsewhere.”


“Worry wants to look good, but does not care enough to do anything to look good.”
“So, Worry is not worried?”
“No, but Worry was worried in the past.”
“About what?”
“Worry worried about safely crossing the road.”
“So, why did Worry cross the road?”
“I told you not to worry about it.  But if you must know, then Worry crossed the road to help psychiatrists keep their patients making frequent appointments.”
“That is not right.”
“Don’t worry about it.”



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