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A joke is sort of like a ball, you keep wondering why the thing is getting bigger, and bigger…then it hits you.And you laugh. But why are jokes funny?Why are chickens crossing roads funny? You cross them all the time and nobody laughs. Perhaps you wish for a time when all chickens everywhere can run free and cross whatever road they like and not be satirically persecuted. But until that time, why the heck did you laugh?And then you have a brilliant idea; if only you could bottle this weird funny thing and dispense it to people a little at a time. You could be like the gas station attendant of ‘hilarity’. And you wonder if there is a name for this sort of thing, maybe you’re the first person to come up with it? You’ll be rich!But no, unfortunately there are indeed ‘hilarity’ dispensers, they call themselves comedians. It’s a secrets, sort of, society of crazy like-minded maniacs that deal in a type of gold.They are the priest of merriment, the splitters of sides, the slappers of sticks and knees, the crafty monsters of the ridiculous.And they worship that one most impossible of impossibilities, the joke.Hallowed are the halls where the priests of comedy sit and ponder hilarity, hoopla, and other humorous hi-jinks. Heavy are the brows that sweat and toil in mental profundity trying to refine that most precious jewel; the belly laugh…and you think, I want in on that.Well today is your lucky day my clever birds, for here in this grimoire of high spirits and satire, written in digital ink distilled from the sweat of a thousand holy comedians, you will find the secrets of the joke.* I shall show you how a joke is created, step by step.* I will show you how to strings these wonderful golden nuggets of merriment into a riot starting comedy routine.* I will show you how to create the funniest material possible so that you can become a great stand-up comic, a grea