An Arab sheik walks into his harem. “Alright, who doesn’t have a headache?”
A 95 year old man (with dementia) goes to a nightclub, and sits down at the bar next to a beautiful woman, and he says to her “Do I come here often”?
My favorite joke was actually a cartoon, and a clean one at that!
It shows a guy walking down a sidewalk in what seems to be a typical suburb. He’s passing one house, and beside the house, and nearly as big, is a structure shaped like an ordinary doghouse. There’s a chain attached to a stake, and the chain goes off into the door of the doghouse. It’s links and a foot long in themselves.
The sign on the yard fence says “JUST BEWARE”
I seem to remember a magazine called “Sex to Sexty”
I think I remember that.
Another one I recall. Can’t swear that this was from the pages of Playboy, but it could have been. And I’m sure that the fact that it has the theme of the earlier joke I posted is just coincidence!
A guy and his girlfriend go to a formal event in the dead of winter. As he’s wearing a tuxedo that he doesn’t want to get all wrinkled up, he doesn’t bring a topcoat.
Sure enough, on the way back, he gets a flat tire. He hasn’t brought any gloves with him either, so he’s forced to go out in the bitter cold and change the tire with no protective clothing at all.
He gets back in the car and says, “Geez, I’m freezing to death! I think my fingers are frostbitten.”
His girlfriend says, “Here, put your hands between my thighs; that’ll warm them up.”
The guys says, “You know, come to think of it, my ears are pretty cold too!”
Another one I just recalled. A man is having sex with a blow up sex doll. In a thought bubble, the doll is fantasizing that she’s having sex with an inflatable pool toy.
Two cowboys are in a saloon. One is standing with his hands just above his pistols, clearly ready to draw. The other stands holding a startled-looking saloon girl, one of her breasts clenched in his hand. The first cowboy says, “When I said “fill yer hand,” I didn’t mean fer ya to do it that way!”
Jenny McCarthy
Not obvious to me at all. I take it as the model being magically connected to the painting, so she’s being tickled precisely at the moment shown, rather than before. But it affirms your high opinion of the cartoon, because it can work either way.
Many and wondrous are the human ways of understanding.
Your interpretation seems way out there to me, but whatever works…
I’m going with TonySinclair on this one. It looks like the model can feel the brush on her image in the painting.
+1
Evidence for this interpretation is that the model doesn’t have paint smeared on her navel. 
On the other hand, if we assume a voodoo doll-like relationship between painting and model, I suppose we could just as easily assume there’s a magic paint brush that paints on canvas, but not on skin.
Sorry, guys. Too much magical thinking in this group for me (and I’m a big fan of fantasy).
The “first he tickles the model, then does the painting” seems so obvious to me (and requires no flights of fancy) that I find it hard to believe any other interpretation gets traction.
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She’s covering up her navel with both hands. You can’t tell if she has paint on it or not.
The problem with your interpretation, Cal, is that it makes too much sense: it isn’t really a joke. The joke is that the painter’s work is so realistic that when he “tickles” it, the model laughs. Cole tries to underscore this by drawing wiggle lines around the tip of the brush, to indicate that it’s the action we’re seeing that is having the effect on the model.
Hey, wait, I’m being sensible, too. Well, except for the magic part. But there’s no reason the artist would want that reaction from the model, since it has nothing to do with what he’s painting, and the model’s reaction — her hands over her navel and her knee thrown up in defense — is how she would look the instant after she was tickled, not after however long it took the artist (who shows no sign of playfulness, or even of having moved recently) to go back to the easel and resume painting.
On the topic of cartoons depicting an artist and his nude model, I remember one from Hustler. The model has her back to the artist, bent over with her legs spread while she reaches back to spread her butt cheeks. She’s complaining to the artist, “Are you almost done? I’ve been like this for hours!” The artist, for his part, is standing there leering, next to a completely blank canvas.
Indeed. +1
Another vote for Tony Sinclair’s interpretation. The other one didn’t make much sense to me; neither did it strike me as especially funny.