You know, I heard your mom's so ugly, that when she was in high school, all the other kids made fun of her, sometimes playing really exorbitantly cruel pranks (like one of the popular kids would pretend to be her friend, and then humiliate her in public after inflating her hopes as much as seemed possible), so that she was depressed for much of her youth and even after graduation, and was convinced for a long time that no man would ever really be interested in her.And went great guns along those lines in the 262 comments.
One of us would tell this thing, and the rest would start laughing. Usually, we'd get some "What's so funny?" from somebody, so we tell it again. They don't get it, so it gets repeated, with the punchline repeated even more slowly "Get it? He slows down to 50? 50?" Almost every time, they start laughing after a couple of repetitions [usually with a light-bulb-style "oh, yeah! ha-ha-ha-ha"], and more people get involved ["Hey, you've got to hear this!"] and often you could get half of a school bus laughing hard at this piece of nothing.No soap radio!.
I'm very interested in the subject of jokes right now. I want to write a book -- "The Book of Jokes", no less -- which would begin like this:
"Why the long face?" I ask the customer, a horse.
The narrative would then backtrack and, in a realistic, sober, detailed and tragi-comic manner, tell the whole backstory to that ridiculous scene, with due respect for the full weight of human (and horse) suffering. That would be Chapter One; Chapter Two might be about my grandfather, who died peacefully in his sleep, not screaming in terror like his passengers. Each chapter would state the joke first of all, then try to explain how the situation came about, who the characters are, what else is happening in their lives, and so on.
The town was so small, the Ferris wheel was painted green!
She was so fat, her sister worked for the phone company!
I come from a town so small, the hooker wore a helmet!
I went out with this girl that was so fat, I didn't know whether to take her to a movie or to a Met game!
My wife talks so much, when she coughs it costs me $22!
Our town was so small, the police precinct had a screen door!
She's so fat that when she leaves a nude beach, she has to show a receipt!
My school was so rough, the yearbook was shaped like a canoe!
Buzz Killington: Oh, on the contrary, I've quite a mastery of the humorous yarn (laughs). For example, do any of you know the tale of how cornmeal came to be?
Cleveland, Quagmire and Peter: No, No, uh-uh no.
Buzz Killingon: Neither did the miller when he left his house that morning.
"What do you call a black lawyer?"(Admiral Haddock made a similar point about the black pilot joke.)
"I don't know."
"An African-American attorney."
posted by ODiV at 9:08 AM on April 22, 2010 [6 favorites]