the not-so-dirty dozen (a clean joke for clean times)

here is a joke for you:

why doesn't a frenchman eat an omelet for breakfast?

because un oeuf is enough.


oh boy, that's so funny.
well, you know what's especially funny? it's that this joke is purely a joke for the oral tradition. see? it's a pun! it doesn't work if you see it written. and it definitely doesn't work if you don't know how to pronounce the french.

i guess i could say this:

why doesn't a frenchman eat an omelet for breakfast?

because enough is enough!

see? it doesn't work that way.

but the good thing is that now, with both versions, you can still enjoy the joke if you didn't get it the first time you saw it written there, and you don't have to feel embarrassed. you could just laugh along with everyone else. only you'd laugh about 4 seconds later. when i was a kid, i used to watch tv and i would laugh when i heard the people laughing on tv. or if i heard my family laughing. i had no idea what the jokes meant. later on in life, i found out that now they have a guy named a laugh man. he has a piece of equipment with all kinds of laughs. sighs and groans and all-out laughs. he mixes all of the laughter in with the laughter that is recorded when the show is filmed. it makes all the laughter work smoothly over the edits. i think that might be one of the weirdest jobs i have ever heard.

but i digress.

i am notorious for being a very bad joke-teller. i am a joke-ruiner. it's a well-known fact around these parts. i try to capitalize on that fact by just mangling jokes even more. you know, for the fun of it. you should try it some time.

unfortunately, i don't have enough time at the moment to discuss this further with you. i have to drive across town, braving terrible traffic, to get to my opera class. the trouble is i haven't practiced un oeuf.