Joke's on Me
A writer arrives home to find his house a smoldering wreck, with the fire trucks just leaving. His sobbing, ash-covered wife is standing outside.
“What happened?” the man asks.
“Oh, John, it was terrible,” she weeps. “I was cooking, and the phone rang. It was your agent. Because I was on the phone, I didn’t notice the chicken I was frying caught on fire. It went up in second. We've lost everything. I nearly didn’t make it out of the house, the car burned in the garage. And poor Fluffy is--”
“Wait, wait. Back up a minute,” The man says. “My agent called?”
Now it's your turn. Who has a great joke about writers to share?