When I was about twelve or so, my parents refused to explain what was so funny about Pierre, the dehydrated Frenchman. It took me literal years to figure it out.
A variant I heard is: a woman walks into a bakery and asks for a loaf of bread. The baker asks, white or brown? She replies: that’s all right, I’ve got my bicycle outside.
A fly is called a fly because it flies;
so why is a bee called a bee?
Because it is.
How many pancakes does it take to roof a doghouse? Nineteen, because ice cream has no bones.
@kayaker, just reading “no soap, radio” is giving me flashbacks to the long car ride where I heard both that and the “joke” above, along with many, many others.
My wife told me this one and I laughed for five minutes straight:
A man was walking down the street and rubbing spinach in his hair.
I stopped him and asked, “Sir, why are you rubbing spinach in your hair?”
He answered, “It’s all right, my father’s a carpenter!”
I am unclear why you and 2 or 3 others got it but couldn’t explain it. Are you sure you got it? Because then, you know, you could explain it.
bobot, who are you replying to?
oh-h … (bobot wooshes by over my head)
The OP. OP says they “got it”, but want help understanding it. I dont get that part.
ahhhh bobot – I liked it better when you were making a joke about non-sequiturs 