Maybe I lack whimsy. Maybe my brain has been fried from decades of bombardment by absurdist comedy, and society’s value of sarcasm over sincerity. Whatever it is, I hate these jokes with every fiber of my being, and you should too.
“What did the drummer call his twin daughters? ‘Anna One, Anna Two!’”
“In Iran, everyone’s scared of spiders. But in Iraq no phobia.”
“I bought some shoes from a drug dealer. I don’t know what he laced them with, but I was tripping all day.”
“What does a baby computer call his father? ‘Data!’”
“I travel a lot being a comedian. In fact, I’ve spent the last year living out of a suitcase. Which isn’t bad, but my back hurts and my legs stick out the end.”
“What do you call a bear without any teeth? A gummy bear.”
“I don’t trust atoms; they make up everything.”
“When I was a kid, my mum used to run a dating site for chickens. She did whatever she could to make hens meet.”
“RIP boiled water. You will be mist.”
“I was at a kids’ party, and they said, ‘There’s an ice cream man outside.’ But by the time I got out there, he had melted.”
“What is the best thing about living in Switzerland? Well, the flag is a big plus.”
“I’ve just applied for a job as a waiter. Someone has to put food on the table.”
“I’ve decided to sell my Hoover. It was just collecting dust.”
“Marvin Gaye kept a sheep in my vineyard. He’d herd it through the grapevine.”
“My girlfriend said, ‘You act like a detective too much. I want to split up.’ ‘Good idea,’ I replied. ‘We can cover more ground that way.’”