All week long, as the crowd changed, Dad would be asked to retell his joke. More would be in on it every time, laughing so hard there were tears. And confusion.
Some of these anti-jokes strike that same chord in me -- funny for no reason at all. Others are wrong in a way that makes me uncomfortable, and even though I don't want to laugh, sometimes I just can't help myself. For instance,
"Why did Suzie drop her ice cream?"
"Because she got hit by a bus."
It wasn't that joke, but the one that immediately followed that got me.
Bar jokes are rampant, especially ones involving animals.
"A horse walks into a bar. The bartender asks, 'Why the long face?' The horse says, 'I just lost my job.'"
"A horse walks into a bar. Several people get up and leave as they spot the potential danger in the situation."
Poetry is also occasionally rewritten into anti-joke form. For instance:
"Roses are red. Violets are blue. Some poems rhyme. This one doesn't."
"Roses are gray. Violets are gray. I'm a dog."
The beauty of anti-jokes are is that if you mess them up, no one knows the difference.
So if you're one of the many who has long avoided telling jokes for fear of ruining the punch line, your time has come.
We plan to meet at the bra.
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