Monday, July 09, 2007
The Ages of Humor
Lucia has discovered the knock-knock joke. While she has the basic form down, the majority of her punchlines end in, "Zup! Zup! Zup!" Many times we laugh out loud. Her glee is contagious. As the arrival of the joke-book is imminent, I've started thinking about the different ages and stages of humor. This is what I came up with:
Ages 0-12 months:
Peek a- boo.
Ages 12-24 months:
Catch me if you can.
(The most amusing part of this original joke is watching how much the 4 year old finds the exchange hilarious).
Shake my hand (buzzer in hand sounds off).
How do you get 5 elephants to fit into a WV Beetle?
Two in the front, three in the back.
Why did the skeleton refuse to cross the road?
He didn’t have the guts.
Once upon a time there was a cornflake named Cecil.
[Teller recounts the long, arduous history of Cecil the cornflake. When the listener finally asks, “When is this going to end?” the teller replies, “It doesn’t end. It’s a serial.”]
What do you get when you pour boiling water down a rabbit hole?
Hot cross bunnies.
If frozen water is iced-water, then what is frozen ink?
Once upon a time there was a man who worked in a pickle factory. One day, he made an appointment with a psychiatrist. He said, “Doctor, doctor, there’s something wrong with me. I have this terrible urge…"
Jokes are much, much more off-color than the pickle-slicer scenario.
What do you call a good-looking guy/girl in church?
An out-of-town visitor.
Age 21 and onward:
A Protestant man moved into a Catholic neighborhood. Every Friday, the Protestant man would cook steak on the grill, and the scent would drive the Catholic men crazy with longing for red meat. Finally, the Catholic men got together and said, “We’ve got to do something to stop this. We’ve got to convert the Protestant to Catholicism.” They cornered the Protestant guy. After much convincing, Protestant finally agreed to convert.
That Sunday, the priest baptized the Protestant man and said, “You were born Protestant, you were raised Protestant, and now I baptize you -- Catholic!”
The Catholic men were so relieved. No more would they be tormented by the scent of steak on Fridays. Imagine their surprise when, the following Friday, their formerly Protestant neighbor was cooking steak on the grill yet again! Incredulous, the men peered over the fence. There was the former Protestant sprinkling water on the steak, and saying, “You were born a cow, you were raised a cow, and now I baptize you— fish!”