Morty sells off his garment business in Chicago and moves down to Florida to retire...

After he’s there a few months, he looks up an old business partner – Irv – who had retired to Boca Raton just a few years earlier.

Irv invites Morty to his condo where they share a little lunch and catch up on old times. They light up cigars and Morty says “Irv…? I gotta tell ya. I’m not sure this retirement thing is for me. I’m absolutely climbing the walls with boredom.”

Irv: “Bored? Acch bored. I’m never bored. You just gotta get y’self a hobby.”

Morty: “A hobby? Whaddya mean ‘a hobby.’”

Irv: “A hobby. Like me. Ever since I got a hobby I haven’t been more fulfilled, or happier. Honestly.”

Morty: “I can’t even imagine you – knowing you – having a hobby. What kind of hobby you got?”

Irv: “Beekeeping.”

Morty: “Beekeeping? Whaddya mean BEE-keeping.”

Irv: “I’m a beekeeper. I keep bees.”

Morty: “YOU… are a beekeeper.”

Irv: “That’s right. And I gotta tell ya Morty – I feel wonderful! Occupied, yet utterly relaxed…”

Morty: “But-- where you gonna keep bees?! You gotta big hunk a land somewhere down here?”

Irv: “No. No no – right here.”

Morty: “Here in town – in Boca?”

Irv: “No right here. In my condo.”

Morty: “You can’t keep bees in a condo – whaddya talkin’ about.”

Irv: “Yeah. I keep the bees in my closet.”

Morty: “You keep ‘em in your CLOSET? Bees?”

Irv: “Sure! In a shoebox. Wanna see?”

Morty: “--In a shoeb-- Well of COURSE I wanna see – I cannot believe this otherwise!”

So Irv leads Morty into his bedroom, steps up on a chair, and reaches far up into a top corner shelf in the closet to bring out a shoebox…which he begins to carefully open…

Morty: “Whoa-whoa! How many bees you got in there?!”

Irv: “Oh I don’t know. Few dozen maybe - who counts. Look—“

Morty (peers in) “What’s that? I just see a bunch of balls of tin foil.”

Irv: “That’s what I wrap them in.”

Morty: “Wait. You wrap the bees in tin foil?”

Irv: “Sure. That’s how I keep them. See?”

Irv slowly, delicately unwraps one of the tin foil balls to reveal a bee.

Morty: “But… this bee is dead.”

Irv: “Oh yeah. They all are."

Morty: “They’re all dead?! What kinda beekeeper ARE you with a bunch of dead bees...?!

Irv (shrugs) “Ehh. It’s just a hobby.”

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