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lemon_saysI'm keeping my friends' son for a few days this week, and while the child is an absolute delight, his contributions to the humor level aren't elevating it much.
Monster and Big Ez (and S, our visitor) are very funny, but when they try to make up jokes, they are just not funny.
I've tried to explain wordplay. I've given examples. I've googled jokes for more examples. I've not laughed when they're too random and said, "That doesn't make sense, dude."
So during lunch I was treated to a series of the worst jokes you ever heard. Why did the house fall down without a wrecker-ball? A ghost did it. Or How did the farmer count his houses? With a chicken finger!
I was just about to write them all off for good and dash their possible hopes of ever doing standup when the three of them worked together to come up with this gem:
Why could the cow pull off his tail?
He was moo-tilated.
Perhaps there is hope. Not a lot, but a glimmer.
Monster and Big Ez (and S, our visitor) are very funny, but when they try to make up jokes, they are just not funny.
I've tried to explain wordplay. I've given examples. I've googled jokes for more examples. I've not laughed when they're too random and said, "That doesn't make sense, dude."
So during lunch I was treated to a series of the worst jokes you ever heard. Why did the house fall down without a wrecker-ball? A ghost did it. Or How did the farmer count his houses? With a chicken finger!
I was just about to write them all off for good and dash their possible hopes of ever doing standup when the three of them worked together to come up with this gem:
Why could the cow pull off his tail?
He was moo-tilated.
Perhaps there is hope. Not a lot, but a glimmer.
