The bit I often struggle with are the anagrams like the one on the left, I think because they require a degree of general knowledge even before you can start rearranging the letters.
But the point of this post isn’t Pointless. Yesterday I came across this mega anagram, two jokes that are anagrams of each other. Now I haven’t checked to verify the truth of this claim because life is too short, but you may want to give it a try.
For many years, two statues, one male and one female, had stood facing each other in the park.
Then, one day, an angel descended from heaven and said to them: ‘you have been such exemplary statues that I propose to give you a very special gift. So…’, she smiled benevolently, ‘I will bring you both to life for thirty minutes. During this time you will be allowed to do absolutely anything you want.’
Then, with a clap of her hands, the angel brought them both to life.
The two statues approached each other very shyly at first, and then made a quick dash into the bushes, from behind which there was heard a lot of giggling and rustling and shaking of branches.
Twenty minutes later, the two statues reappeared from behind the bushes, both with very wide grins spread across their faces.
‘You realize that you still have ten minutes left?’ said the kind angel, winking at them knowingly.
With an even wider grin, the female statue turned to the male and said: ‘Quick! Let’s do it once more then! Only this time, you hold the pigeon down and I’ll poop on its head.’
A fifteen-year-old Amish boy and his father were in a city shopping mall for the first time.
They were amazed by most of the things they saw, but especially by two silver walls that could move apart and then slide back together again.
‘Ooh, Father, what kind of mystical thing is this?’ asked the animated young fifteen-year-old.
His father (not having seen an elevator before), murmured, ‘Son, I have not seen anything like this in my life, I do not know what it is.’
While they watched in awe, a hunched-up old lady in a wheelchair moved up to the sliding walls and pressed a button. They opened, and she proceeded to roll through them into a small room. The walls closed and the boy and his father watched as various numbers above lit up in sequence.
Like statues, they continued watching until it reached the last number. Then the numbers started to light up in reverse order.
Next thing, the walls opened again and a gorgeous young blonde stepped out.
The father, not taking his eyes off the young woman, said quietly to the boy: ‘Son, go get your mother.’
* Pointless Anagrams