Variation on Joke Teller's Convention:
Note: My father could only remember one joke which he told over and over, and this is it:
As told by Fred:
A visitor to the Joke tellers' convention went into one room where people would go up to the podium, state a number and sit down. Laughter ensued.
He asked his sponsor about this and was told that the professional joke tellers had catalogued all of the jokes and given them numbers to save time.
At that moment, master joke teller Rick Slemmer went to the podium and said 021B. Several people giggled, but one person started rolling on the floor completely overtaken by laughter.
The visitor wondered why?
His sponsor said "I guess he hadn't heard that one before"
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So the visitor, Fred McCutcheon, thought to himself: "This is easy, I think I'll give it a try".
Fred took the microphone, thought long and hard, and decided to shout out his favorite number: 43.
Complete silence. Not even a chuckle.
Dejected and embarrased, head down in shame, Fred headed back to his seat. "Rick", he said leaning over to his friend, "What happened? I bombed. Did I choose the one joke everyone actually hates?" Patting him on the back, Rick consoled him saying: "Fred, it wasn't the joke, per se, it was the way you told it."
- Jeff |
