My family has recently discovered that a truly corny, totally lame joke can make me laugh so hard I become completely incapacitated.
It’s sad to think that if someone wanted to kill me, they could joke me to death. Sad, but also within my realm of possibilities.
Here are just a few of the jokes that make me fall over in a fit of glee (don’t judge!):
What did the dad buffalo say to his son when he left for college?
Why was the belt arrested?
For “holding up” a pair of pants!
What’s red and smells like blue paint?
I even laughed while typing them. Seriously. It’s a problem.
There is no reasonable explanation for my love of stupid jokes. It’s the cruelest form of punishment ever, because my two oldest sons and husband will sit around forever telling one dumb joke after the other, just to see me laughing until I cry, hands flapping in the air, oxygen deprived, and red faced.
If I were Superman, bad jokes would be my kryptonite.