I Made Up a Joke · 8 December 2018
Statue of a Rooster Cock at a park in South India
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I can hardly believe it. I made up my own joke the other day!
Okay. Somebody else has probably already made up the joke, but I am claiming here and now that I made it up independently. For if I had merely heard it, I would only be able to remember the set up or the punch line, but not both. Because in my brain, never the twain shall meet. It is just how my brain works, unfortunately.
Sometimes I wonder if God wired my brain a little differently than other people when I was in my mother’s womb. That maybe He said, “This child is going to need a double dose of coordination just so he won’t be a klutz.” And as a result, He wired the speech center of my brain to my hands and feet instead of to my mouth. That would really make sense if could type with my feet, but it still make sense. After all, I can barely speak, but I can communicate by writing. Or at least it seems so. And like I have said before, I cannot tell a joke to save my life.
Which brings me back to my joke.
(By the way, I made sure to NOT look up the joke. I did not want to find out that somebody else had already delivered it and had great or poor success. Probably poor since I am not sure I have much of a sense of humor anyway. Nonetheless, I wanted to think that I have some sort of funny bone. Even if it is pretty simplistic. So if you know who actually wrote the joke in the first place, do not let me know. It is nice to be in fool’s paradise every once in a while.)
Back to the joke.
(By the way, I can envision how the joke would be delivered in real life. Since I can never finish a joke that I only remember the setup of, or I can never start a joke that I only remember the punch line of, I would need to have help. Actually, I can imagine a couple of my friends helping me even though I remember the whole joke. I would start it out and one of my friends would finish the first part. Then, the other of my friends would finish the second part. It would be quite entertaining even though I probably would not have forgotten my own joke.)
But back to the joke.
(It would actually be quite funny if I really had forgotten the whole joke by the time I finished writing this blog post. After all, I am already in several paragraphs and have said nothing about the joke except that I thought of it and can even see the delivery of it. But nothing about the joke so far. In fact, I wonder if I remember it at all. Actually, I do, but it would be ironic if I had forgotten it by now.)
So the joke. (Finally.)
Dog breeds are rather interesting. At least in the naming. After all, when you breed a Labrador retriever with a standard poodle, you get a labradoodle. So if you bred a cockapoo with a poodle, wouldn’t you get a cockadoodle? (Pause for laughter to die down.) And if you had to shampoo it, when you dried said dog, wouldn‘t you have a cockadoodle do?
Okay, it was funnier in my head. And it became even less funny when I read that a cockapoo was already a mix between a cocker spaniel and a poodle. But still, I actually laughed at my own joke. I know that is lame, but still…
Ah well, I can tell by the silence coming from the internet that my foray into joke-making has surely gone awry. But that is okay. As long as I do not keep trying, I will probably keep the few readers I have. And it was nice thinking that I had made up a joke. Still, after writing the joke and researching the foundation of the joke, it is much easier to believe that I merely thought of something that resembles a joke. But I am still claiming that I made up a joke.
© 2018 Michael T. Miyoshi
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