I like horribly corny, old jokes. Â I miss the days when people told jokes that began with setups and didn’t pay off with random Tourette symptoms. Â There’s something incredibly charming when someone starts to tell a joke like this because either they haven’t been paying attention for the past forty years, or they simply don’t care. Â That’s chutzpah, as the rabbi of the joke might say.
See, these things write themselves.
