All of these jokes reminds me of the joke about jokes.
You see, back in the vaudeville days, social clubs were popular. Secret societies, fraternal orders, et cetera. So all these comedians got together and created the National Order of Comedians, Clowns and Jokesters. Every year they would have a national conference, and each member would get up on stage and tell a joke. See the comments here if you want to relive the experience.
As the years passed, since all the members were extremely professional and took humor seriously, and with the NOCCJ taking in new members, they decided to save time and just tell the punchlines. So a comedian would go on stage, say something like “wrecked him? Damn near killed him!” And everyone would chuckle, and then pass the mic to the next person.
Well more years passed and they got even more members, the NOCCJ was huge. So to save even more time, they made The List. All the jokes were on the list, and each joke got a number. So a comedian would get up on stage, say something like “57”, everyone would politely clap, and then pass the mic and keep going.
Last year though, something happened. I was, of course, there, sitting in the crowd, and things were going on as they have been for years. “34” clap clap. “876” clap clap. “358” clap clap. “277” clap clap.
Then someone, I couldn’t tell you who, got on stage and said “478”.
From the back, this old man starts laughing. He’s got tears streaming down his face, he’s roaring with laughter, falling out of his chair. He’s laughing so hard people are worried he’s going to have a heart attack! So we rush back to him to see if he’s all right.
We got to him and pull him off of the floor, and someone asks him “what’s going on? Are you ok??”
Panting, still crying from laughter and wheezing, he yells out… “I HAVEN’T HEARD THAT ONE BEFORE!”
His first night, he hears people shouting out numbers… “18!” then the whole cell block laughing. “37!” was the next intelligible response, followed by more uncontrollable laughter. “109!” and nobody could even respond. The night ended with people laughing until they wet their pants.
Next day, he asks his cell mate what the hell was going on, and cell mate says “hey, we all been here so long, we already know all the jokes, so instead of reciting them, we just call them out by number.”
That night, newbie listens in again. Each time, someone tells of a random sounding number, and each time, the entire cell block erupts in laughter.
Next day, newbie decides he’s going to give it a try. He waits for someone else to start… “24!” And people were chuckling, so he waited. “47!!!” and the cell block started rolling. So he decided it’s now or never, and he shouts out “73!” and the whole block goes silent.
Newbie felt super embarrassed, shut his mouth and went to bed for the night. The next morning he talked to his cell mate, asked him what happened… cell mate simply shrugged and said “i guess some people just don’t know how to tell a joke!”
I like this one when you request of them “Ask me what the most important part of comedy is” and then when they begrudgingly say “okay fine, what is the most–” you interrupt them with “TIMING” frantically like you are desperately trying not to miss the window.
All of these jokes reminds me of the joke about jokes.
You see, back in the vaudeville days, social clubs were popular. Secret societies, fraternal orders, et cetera. So all these comedians got together and created the National Order of Comedians, Clowns and Jokesters. Every year they would have a national conference, and each member would get up on stage and tell a joke. See the comments here if you want to relive the experience.
As the years passed, since all the members were extremely professional and took humor seriously, and with the NOCCJ taking in new members, they decided to save time and just tell the punchlines. So a comedian would go on stage, say something like “wrecked him? Damn near killed him!” And everyone would chuckle, and then pass the mic to the next person.
Well more years passed and they got even more members, the NOCCJ was huge. So to save even more time, they made The List. All the jokes were on the list, and each joke got a number. So a comedian would get up on stage, say something like “57”, everyone would politely clap, and then pass the mic and keep going.
Last year though, something happened. I was, of course, there, sitting in the crowd, and things were going on as they have been for years. “34” clap clap. “876” clap clap. “358” clap clap. “277” clap clap.
Then someone, I couldn’t tell you who, got on stage and said “478”.
From the back, this old man starts laughing. He’s got tears streaming down his face, he’s roaring with laughter, falling out of his chair. He’s laughing so hard people are worried he’s going to have a heart attack! So we rush back to him to see if he’s all right.
We got to him and pull him off of the floor, and someone asks him “what’s going on? Are you ok??”
Panting, still crying from laughter and wheezing, he yells out… “I HAVEN’T HEARD THAT ONE BEFORE!”
I’ve heard one like this before…
Two guys in a prison cell, one brand new.
His first night, he hears people shouting out numbers… “18!” then the whole cell block laughing. “37!” was the next intelligible response, followed by more uncontrollable laughter. “109!” and nobody could even respond. The night ended with people laughing until they wet their pants.
Next day, he asks his cell mate what the hell was going on, and cell mate says “hey, we all been here so long, we already know all the jokes, so instead of reciting them, we just call them out by number.”
That night, newbie listens in again. Each time, someone tells of a random sounding number, and each time, the entire cell block erupts in laughter.
Next day, newbie decides he’s going to give it a try. He waits for someone else to start… “24!” And people were chuckling, so he waited. “47!!!” and the cell block started rolling. So he decided it’s now or never, and he shouts out “73!” and the whole block goes silent.
Newbie felt super embarrassed, shut his mouth and went to bed for the night. The next morning he talked to his cell mate, asked him what happened… cell mate simply shrugged and said “i guess some people just don’t know how to tell a joke!”
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Do you know what’s the most important thing when telling a joke timing.
I like this one when you request of them “Ask me what the most important part of comedy is” and then when they begrudgingly say “okay fine, what is the most–” you interrupt them with “TIMING” frantically like you are desperately trying not to miss the window.