I have thought long and hard on this. For years. I have meditated and studied on the funniest things known. I have seen phenomena that would make Catholic nun school teachers crap their habits. I have heard jokes that would bring convusive laughter to waxy catatonics. Finally, the thread asks the fateful question, and I am ready. The funniest thing in the world is…
a monkey in a cowboy suit riding a dog around.
And I open up the thread and see two people already posted it?? AGGGGHH!!! MOTHERF&%^$#!!!*
Okay, seriously, my mom, aunt and aunt’s hubbie/my uncle all grew up in the same Mayberryesque small town. My uncle’s family had a Rhesus monkey as a pet, quite a sight in the 1950’s. My grandfather had thought about buying it for my mom and aunt, but one day, he came home laughing so hard he couldn’t barely tell them why. Apparently the monkey got loose, and every male body in town was deputized into the monkey posse. After many near misses, close calls, and hijinks, the monkey cheesed it to the U.S. Post Office, where, in the words of my uncle, “what he couldn’t tear up, he shit on.” Many brave men tried to stop the monkey in his rampaging violations of state, local, and now federal crime, but like many criminals he was simply too small, too fast, and too quick with the shit fling. Everybody in the town had their incoming and outgoing mail liberally smeared with monkey shit for several days.
Well, the monkey eludes capture by both the duly deputized posse and the federal officers in the employ of the U.S. Postal Service, and makes back to the roof of my uncle’s house somehow. By this time it is generally recognized, as it often is in Texas, that the only solution is to shoot the little sonofabitch. So the monkey, seeing my uncle’s dad approaching with the shotgun…runs to the other side of the roof. My uncle’s dad goes around to the other side of the house…and the monkey runs to the other side of the roof. My uncle’s dad goes around to the other side of the house…I think you can see where I’m going with this.
Anyway, the story has a happy ending. for several hours later, the monkey was apprehended without harm, or perhaps turned himself in. My aunt and mother, despite their protestations, did not get the monkey. The monkey was sold to a man in the next town and quietly lived out his days…
…as a rodeo attraction, wearing a cowboy suit and riding a dog around.
And that’s the funniest thing ever.