Here are two terrible fabric jokes. Does anyone have any better ones?
What Did the Bolt of Fabric Tell His Daughter When She Threatened to Run Away to India?
"Go ahead … you'll be sari."
(From Defective Yeti, courtesy Annette … )
And this one, which turned up I-don't-know-how:
Walking up to a department store’s fabric counter, a pretty girl asked, “I want to buy this material for a new dress. How much does it cost?”
“Only one kiss per yard, ” replied the smirking male clerk.
“That’s fine,” replied the girl. “I’ll take ten yards.”
With expectation and anticipation written all over his face, the clerk hurriedly measured out and wrapped the cloth, then held it out teasingly.
The girl snapped up the package, pointed to a little old man standing beside her, smiled and said, “Grandpa pay the man.”
(That one must be ancient; when's the last time you saw a department store with a fabric counter? From here).
Please tell me some of you have better ones. You can leave 'em in the comments.