By a 1st. Grader.
Our teacher asked what my favorite animal was, and I said, "Fried chicken." 😀
She said I wasn't funny, but she couldn't have been right, because everyone else laughed.
My parents told me to always tell the truth. I did. Fried chicken is my favorite animal.
I told my dad what happened, and he said my teacher was probably a member of PETA.
He said they love animals very much.
I do, too. Especially chicken, pork and beef. Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal's office.I told him what happened, and he laughed, too. Then he told me not to do it again. The next day in class my teacher asked me what my favorite live animal was.
I told her it was chicken. She asked me why, so I told her it was because you could make them into fried chicken. She sent me back to the principal's office. He laughed, and told me not to do it again. I don't understand. My parents taught me to be honest, but my teacher doesn't like it when I am.
Today, my teacher asked me to tell her what famous person I admired most.I told her, "Colonel Sanders."
Guess where I am now...:D
x daz x
Well it seems that a lot of jokes rely on something or someone being the butt of it unfortunately. I used to do stand up comedy so am familiar with this.
The development of this predicament can be that people specialise in only cruel jokes, Frankie Boyle springs to mind. Hence depicting a sadistic mentality - lack of compassion and alienating kind, more moral people.
I am spiritual but can still laugh at the odd sick joke e.g. "what was Elvis' last hit?"
"The bathroom floor..." 😮 :022: :dft005:
(You see, if you're an Elvis fan - that's unlikely to be funny. Get it?)