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Humor Cop

Below the Beltway
(Eric Shansby)
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Nicole: Well, we are going to be re-launching the comics in a big way this spring. To make them more relevant. That was a classic joke from the '50s.

Me: Okay, fair enough. Here's a more recent one. Zena is ordering a dress over the phone. She is asked for her credit card number and her expiration date, and she responds: "How do I know how long I'm going to live?"

Nicole: I think that's cute. These are funny, in a simplistic way.

Me: Let me rephrase my original question, then. Is there a level of humor lower than Bazooka Joe comics? I think we can agree their level is lower than your basic knock-knock joke, but, from an intellectual standpoint, is it also lower than, say, tickling someone till they pee? In terms of absolute infantilism, is it lower than peekaboo? Is there a joke so lame, so desiccated, so devoid of irony or surprise that you would declare it beneath Bazooka Joe?

Nicole: Yes!

Me: How about this joke: "Where does Santa go on vacation?"

Nicole:

Me: You have to ask me where.

Nicole: Where?

Me: "A ho-ho-hotel." Would that make the cut?

Nicole: No.

Me: So you say.

Nicole:

Me: Do you think I am being unfair, here?

Nicole: Yes. At least I hope I've humored you.

Me: A lot more than the comics, ma'am.


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