One of the worst feelings in the world is to tell a joke, only to be informed that it isn't funny. By that time, it's too late to take the joke back: you've ruined the mood, and it can't be helped now!
People don't tell jokes as much as they used to. Back in the days of vaudeville a comedian could tell a joke for about seven years until it got that the whole audience had heard it before. Today, when someone tells a joke on TV, so many people hear it right away that it'll have a far shorter shelf life.
I used to take singing lessons from Giuseppe, who loves jokes. (Especially dirty jokes about nuns.) When I mentioned this to my sister Moira, she suggested that it reflects immaturity! I'd never thought of it that way. That begs the question, would you rather have a friend who was mature, or one who laughs at your jokes?
I have a good memory (for most things) and know lots of jokes. Don't tempt me to tell them all! I know knock-knock jokes, elephant jokes, Tom Swifties and Mommy, Mommy jokes. I even made up a Mommy, Mommy joke on my own:
"Mommy, Mommy, why would pirates hide their treasure in the zoo?"
"Shut up and search the lion pit!"
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