Evilgrin 72
Distributor of Pain
I should have guessed. You always know just how to tickle my dark, strange funnybone.
Also, glad we don't have sigs anymore.
I should have guessed. You always know just how to tickle my dark, strange funnybone.
What do the paralympics and a handjob have in common?
As sweet and thoughtful as it is, you know you could do it better yourself.
What do the paralympics and a handjob have in common?
As sweet and thoughtful as it is, you know you could do it better yourself.
one for your or Homer's next PTA meeting
Q: What’s the best part about sex with 28-year-olds?
A: There are 20 of them.
I told #1 about 10 times today, each slightly different. I found it very easy to ad lib.#3 punchline is telegraphed.
#1 is probably the funniest, but also the easiest to mess up in person, it's long and has details in it that, while not necessary to memorize, make the joke better. If you fumble through that part, it will neuter the joke.
I would go #2.
I stand corrected, good sir!I told #1 about 10 times today, each slightly different. I found it very easy to ad lib.
I must respectfully disagree.
Jesus is hanging on the cross at his crucifixion. He looks out to the gathered crowd and calls out to Peter, "Peter, my disciple, come to me. Come to your lord in his hour of need." Peter faithfully approaches Jesus on the cross, but is beaten back by the Roman guards. No matter how hard Peter fights, it is no use. As Peter crawls back to the crown of gathered onlookers, Jesus again calls out to him, "Peter, my rock, in my darkest hour, I now need you more than ever. Please, come to me and hear my dying words." Peter, without hesitation, again tries to approach Jesus. This time, he is beaten more savagely than the first time. Peter has no choice but to crawl back into the crowd.
A third time, Jesus calls to Peter, "Peter, the hour is almost upon me. I need you to join me and to hear my words." Peter, ever faithful, begins to approach, never once hesitating. One of the Roman guards looks at the other and says, "Perhaps a man with such faith and devotion should not be turned away. As beaten as he is, he continues to approach when asked. Let us let him go." The guards part and Peter, mustering all of his remaining strength, climbs to the cross and embraces Jesus, "I am here, my lord. I have made it to your side. Tell me what it is that you have been yearning to tell me."
Jesus stares off into the distance, raises his chin slowly and states, "I can totally see your house from here."
3 guys are hiking in the woods. One of them picks it up, rubs it, and out pops a Genie.
It booms "You have finally freed me after all these years, so I'll grant each one of you 3 wishes." The first guy immediately blurts out "I want a billion dollars." POOF, he's holding a printout that shows his account balance is now in fact 1,000,000,003.50
The second man thinks for a bit, then says "I want to be the richest man alive." POOF, he's holding papers showing his net worth is now well over 100 billion.
The third guy thinks even longer about his wish, then says "I want my left arm to rotate clockwise for the rest of my life." POOF, his arm starts rotating.
The Genie tells them it's time for their second wish.
First guy says: "I want to be married to the most beautiful woman on earth." POOF, a stunning beauty wraps herself around his arm.
Second guy says "I want to be good-looking and charismatic, so I can have every girl I want." POOF, his looks change and the first guy's wife immediately starts flirting with him.
Third guy says "I want my right arm to rotate counter-clockwise until I die." POOF, now both his arms are rotating, in opposite directions.
The genie tells them to think very carefully about their third wish.
First guy does, and after a while says "I never want to become sick or injured, I want to stay healthy until I die." POOF, his complexion improves, his acne is gone and his knees don't bother him any more.
Second guy says "I never want to grow old. I want to stay 29 forever." POOF, he looks younger already.
Third guy smiles triumphantly and says "My last wish is for my head to nod back and forth." POOF, he's now nodding his head and still flailing his arms around.
The genie wishes them good luck, disappears, and the men soon go their separate ways.
Many years later they meet again and chat about how things have been going. First guy is ecstatic: "I've invested the money and multiplied it many times over, so me and my family will be among the richest of the rich pretty much forever. My wife is a freak in the sheets, and I've never gotten so much as a cold in all these years." Second guy smiles and says "Well, I built charities worldwide with a fraction of my wealth, I'm still the richest guy alive and also revered for my good deeds. I haven't aged a day since we last met, and yes, your wife is pretty wild in bed."
Third guy walks in, flailing his arms around and nodding his head, and says:
"Guys, I think I ####ed up."
Which one? Because I can explain the "Guys, I ####ed up" joke. Jesus talking like a Valley Girl is also a little funny, one must admit.What’s so funny about that joke?
Yes.....please explain the “ guys I think I ####ed up “ one.Which one? Because I can explain the "Guys, I ####ed up" joke. Jesus talking like a Valley Girl is also a little funny, one must admit.
Well, it's a play on redemption about foolish choices. You get everything -- three wishes -- and you choose to use it on the most piddling aspects of your life. You want your arm to rotate in certain ways. How dumb is that? It's about acceptance of physical limitations and emotional ones as well. The second guy keeps upping the first to the part where he screws with his wife. It's about mortal coil. It's about accepting the fact that there are certain hard truths in life and that those truths, when given a miraculous break, shouldn't be shunted away over trivialities.Yes.....please explain that one.
But nobody would choose those 3 wishes.Well, it's a play on redemption about foolish choices. You get everything -- three wishes -- and you choose to use it on the most piddling aspects of your life. You want your arm to rotate in certain ways. How dumb is that? It's about acceptance of physical limitations and emotional ones as well. The second guy keeps upping the first to the part where he screws with his wife. It's about mortal coil. It's about accepting the fact that there are certain hard truths in life and that those truths, when given a miraculous break, shouldn't be shunted away over trivialities.
It's also a physical joke. The person telling it has to be waving his or her arms around and bobbing their head to make it all more ridiculous.
And, at the end, no redemption. No nothing. You ####ed up your lot in life. You've been granted three earth-shattering wishes and you've wasted them. It's an existential gag, really. And not to hyper-intellectualize it, but it sort of plays on "You get one life. Live it to its fullest."
And that is the joke. It's fatalistic and Kafka-esque, really.
No, likely not. The joke is a play on those hoping for redemption for really bad life choices. That's what makes the joke so dark, so existential, and so funny.But nobody would choose those 3 wishes.
It doesn’t make any sense.
If the joke requires 5 paragraphs to explain it’s not funny.No, likely not. The joke is a play on those hoping for redemption for really bad life choices. That's what makes the joke so dark, so existential, and so funny.
I believe in redemption, for what it's worth, which is almost zero.
Not everyone's choices make sense, like selling plasma to buy a case of beer.But nobody would choose those 3 wishes.
It doesn’t make any sense.
That’s not the point though. The point is to make people laugh.Not everyone's choices make sense, like selling plasma to buy a case of beer.
I seriously got a kick out of it. It's like the poets say (paraphrased), "imagine philosophy condensed and you get good poetry." So I guess it is with this joke to you. Too much matter in the ether. I wish you well. No hard feelings, I hope.If the joke requires 5 paragraphs to explain it’s not funny.
If it requires the teller to rotate their arms and bob their head then it’s not funny on paper.....( but can be funny in person depending on how much everyone has drank).
Its simply not a good joke.
Which poets say that?I seriously got a kick out of it. It's like the poets say (paraphrased), "imagine philosophy condensed and you get good poetry." So I guess it is with this joke to you. Too much matter in the ether. I wish you well. No hard feelings, I hope.
I knew you'd ask so I almost looked it up. I remember it being Yeats and Keats and Hecht. Maybe Clement Wood, who wrote a famous rhyming dictionary. I'm not sure I can supply the actual quote, but it goes along these lines, "philosophy is necessary for the poet, never creeping into verse, always in the background."What poets say that?
None of this makes the joke funny. When I want to laugh at a joke I don’t feel like having an existential crisis just to get the punchline.I knew you'd ask so I almost looked it up. I remember it being Yeats and Keats and Hecht. Maybe Clement Wood, who wrote a famous rhyming dictionary. I'm not sure I can supply the actual quote, but it goes along these lines, "philosophy is necessary for the poet, never creeping into verse, always in the background."
It's really a play on how philosophy informs life, as it were. Look, I'm a dilettante, but that philosophy and outlooks inform life is who we are.
No, that's fine. Humor is subjective. I just tried to explain why it's funny to some, not to others...None of this makes the joke funny. When I want to laugh at a joke I don’t feel like having an existential crisis just to get the punchline.
It’s not quite as subjective as you are making it out to be....,,No, that's fine. Humor is subjective. I just tried to explain why it's funny to some, not to others...
Okay.It’s not quite as subjective as you are making it out to be....,,
For the sake of arguement let’s assume you are writing jokes for a stand up comedian.Okay.
Today’s stand up crowd needs more than arm flailing and head nodding.Stand-ups can be physical, so the waving of the arms and the nodding of the head can be quantified, as you so astutely pointed out in your post above. Can I rewrite that joke? No, I think it's perfect. You don't like it. That's all there is to it. But if you want to shoot the #### on Sunday morning, bump your thread. I'll post in it.
What does today's stand-up crowd need, then?Today’s stand up crowd needs more than arm flailing and head nodding.
That stuff may have been enough to beat Uncle Joey on star search 25 years ago but it just doesn’t cut it anymore.
Can we get an instantly rotating **** and an accommodating genie, then?**** jokes
I don’t think anyone would object to nuking wives.Can we get an instantly rotating **** and an accommodating genie, then?
Wait, that nukes the wife part of the joke.
Elaborate a bit more....Guys, I've got this **** that rotates counter-clockwise. Hey, have you ever met your wife?
Ahh, narrative. What did that writer once say about narrative?There is a lack of cohesive narrative.
I think that had been my working assumption...Did we already know that rockaction was RokNRole?
It's the misdirection. The listener is expecting the whole time to find out why this guy chose these wishes and in the end it turns out he's just an idiot.RokNRole said:Yes.....please explain the “ guys I think I ####ed up “ one.