There are two types of people in the world; those who like the Three Stooges and those of us who have better taste. I love slapstick comedy but I have never found the Three Stooges to be funny; their antics don’t make me laugh. They bore me. I will roll on the floor at Harpo Marx and when Abbott and Costello met the Mummy, I couldn’t catch my breath from guffawing so much. But nyuk, nyuk, nyuk just leaves me yawning. Different strokes.
Devoted Spouse also likes his humor in silly form. We’ve watched Bill Murray in What About Bob? multiple times because he’s hysterically funny to us. When he’s at the dinner table making the yummy sounds over the fried chicken, well I just have to keep rewinding and watching it over and over. It’s funny.
DS also likes jokes. Not practical jokes; never practical jokes; he likes jokes he reads online from various joke websites. I can be sitting in my comfy chair reading a book and I’ll hear peals of laughter coming from the family room. The laughter starts as a chuckle, then giggling, outright laughing, then that kind of hysterical laughing where you’re sucking in air and laughing at the same time and you choke with laughter. That’s how worked up he gets over jokes. Me, not so much. Reading something funny rarely makes me laugh. I might smile or even chuckle, but belly-laugh? Nah. Devoted Spouse takes joke-laughing to a new level. Here’s one that had him in hysterics yesterday…What’s the worst part about a lung transplant? The first couple of times you cough, it’s not your phlegm. Now, I don’t think that’s particularly funny; actually, I don’t see any humor in it at all. Devoted Spouse about tossed his own lung laughing.
That’s what’s so great about humor — there are many different types to satisfy all those who wish to enjoy. So, go find something that makes you laugh; it’s good for you.