Jokes With Drummers
Did you retell your story about the drummer who broke his dormers by plodding along on the snare so sloppily that the windows just collapsed on their own free will? I love that story. It combines the best aspects of music, architecture, and incomprehensible foreigners into one pithy story that leaves everyone writhing on the floor in laughter.
Just be careful that there aren’t any drummers in the audience, especially any who’ve broken parts of their houses from the way they tried to drum their drums. Drummers like those tend to be vengeful and could take it out on you with some well-placed drumstick retaliation. And then you’ll know why they call it a high-hat! Ha ha ha ha ha!
I made a joke that I laughed at. Did you laugh? Some people don’t laugh at my funny jokes. I don’t understand why people would do that. Do they think that their laughter pulsations would disrupt my tongue and not allow me to tell additional jokes? Everyone should be made fully aware that my ability to tell jokes is only marginally impacted by the disrupting waves of air from their laughter, and therefore they should not exercise too much restraint on laughing.
In fact, I once heard that restraining laughter is one sure way to wind up with a harmonica lodged in your forearm. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! I told another one. I sure hope you laughed this time, now that I have explained to you how that works.
I must leave you now. May your days be filled with jokes and not too filled with drummers eager on revenge. This is my wish for you, and my wish for you is this.
That wasn’t a joke, why do you laugh? Your ability to determine current joking levels is not well-developed, I must say.