So my dad calls me the other day and we got talking about his terrible jokes, I’m pretty sure I had said something about being hungry and he was like ‘oh hi hungry I’m dad’…yip, cringe, you know the one.
Anyway, what followed was this.
Dad: Why did Lucy fall off the swing?
Me: Because she had no arms. Dad, everyone knows that joke.
Dad: Ok, ok, I’ve got another one. Knock knock
Me: Who’s there?
Dad: Not Lucy.
I was hysterical. Why? I really don’t know, I guess I just wasn’t expecting it.
So I decided to ask my mum what her favourite joke was.
What’s an Irishman with a sugar cube on his head?
Sweet f**k all.
So there you have it folks, the reason my parents live apart.
I don’t have a favourite joke, but I really, really love other people’s jokes. I find it much easier to hear them, learn them and then tell them to other people all while pretending they’re my own. I feel like that’s completely ok.
With the Melbourne International Comedy Festival in full swing, I would love to know – what’s your favourite joke?
Here’s a few to get you started:
Why doesn’t Stevie Wonder see his mates anymore?
What happened to the peanut when he crossed the road?
He was a-salted.
Why does Beyonce sing to the left to the left?
Because black people have no rights.
Please note I am not a racist, I just find racist jokes hilarious.