“So Connor, Dave, and (insert the name of the person you’re telling the joke to; we’ll say Jack in this case) went out camping. They went out camping, just in the woods. They’re sitting by the bonfire and the Park Ranger stops by to, ya know, make sure Connor, Dave, and Jack are following the rules of the park. And they talk for a little and everything is all good, but just before the Park Ranger leaves, he says, “Just a heads up, you know, nothing too bad to worry about, but like there’s a Polite Moose that lives in this forest and every now and then he might come into somebody’s camp and uhh….. I don’t know how to say it, but ya know, like he fucks one of us. But like, so many people here, nobody heard of Moose in long time, so like, nothing to worry about.” So ya know, like the boys have fun, they drink a little, and then they all go to their tents, uh, for the night, and Jack was really concerned about the Polite Moose, like ya know, he’s gonna come fuck him in the middle of the night. So they were drinking like wine or champagne earlier, so he says, ya know, I’m gonna put this champagne cork up my butt, so even if like I’m sleeping and the Moose comes and wants to fuck me, ya know, he won’t be able to penetrate me, ya know. So the other one’s are sleeping in the middle of the night, it was very dark and quiet… All of the sudden you hear from Jack’s tent “(sound of cork being uncorked, then in a very deep voice) Good evening, Jack.”
This joke relies heavily on the delivery, therefore it’s tough to get it fully across on paper. During the punchline, the teller will stick his finger inside his cheek and then pull it out quickly, making a popping sound. Then he will make his voice substantially deeper and say “Good Evening, (whoever he’s telling the joke to)” I first heard this joke as a 16 or 17 year old while I was working my summer job. Every summer since I was 16, I’ve done valet parking at a resort on Cape Cod in Massachusetts. The rest of the valets and I have a fair amount of downtime during the 8 hour shift, so we just tell jokes and stories to pass the time. This joke belongs to my boss and good friend, Rado. Rado is originally from Sofia, Bulgaria. He came to the US a little over 10 years ago. It was tough to get his Bulgarian accent to translate onto the page, but listening to him tell the joke in imperfect English is hilarious.