A “flat” doesn’t always mean a flat house, but there are jokes.
“Our inflatable house got punctured last night so now we’re living in a flat” was posted on Twitter by John Collins on July 4, 2021. “My inflatable house got a puncture last night. Now, I’m living in a flat” was posted on Reddit—Dadjokes on July 9, 2021. This was reposted on Reddit—Dadjokes on May 10, 2022.
Twitter
John Collins
@HolyDalek
Our inflatable house got punctured last night so now we’re living in a flat.
3:57 PM · Jul 4, 2021·Twitter Web App
Reddit—Dadjokes
Posted by u/VERBERD July 9, 2021
My inflatable house got a puncture last night.
Now, I’m living in a flat.
Twitter
The Dad Joke Man
@DadJokeMan
My inflatable house got a puncture last night.
Now, I’m living in a flat.
#SaturdayMorning
2:18 AM · Jul 10, 2021·Twitter for iPhone
Twitter
Dad Jokes
@Dadsaysjokes
My inflatable house got a puncture last night.
Now, I’m living in a flat.
3:57 PM · Jul 10, 2021·Twitter for iPhone
Reddit—Dadjokes
Posted by u/VERBERD May 10, 2022
My inflatable house got a puncture last night.
Now I’m living in a flat.
Twitter
Bob Kostic
@causticbob
My inflatable house got a puncture last night. Now I’m living in a flat.
6:38 PM · May 12, 2022·Twitter Web App
Above, a 1934 plaque from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem. Discarded as trash in 2006. Now a Popeyes fast food restaurant on Google Maps.
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Above, Big Apple Corner at 54th Street and Broadway in Manhattan. Google Maps.
Above, John J. Fitz Gerald, from the Aug. 15, 1931, Binghamton (NY) Press, pg. 14.
Listen to Robert Emmerich introduce "The Big Apple," a hit song from 1937. Music written by Bob and performed by Tommy Dorsey's Clambake Seven with Bob on piano. Lyrics written by Buddy Bernier and sung by Edythe Wright. Audio provided by Dorothy Emmerich.
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