Even after Hubert T. Grozny was told a joke, he didn’t get it.
He wanted an explanation. So the Jokemeister of “The Komedy Klub” explained very slowly and carefully, using pie graphs and a power point presentation, deconstructing the entire joke into its individual parts.
Hubert still didn’t get it.
So he was driven out into the deserts of Arizona … where he was shown a joke book and forced to read the entire thing out loud to rattlesnakes. The snakes shook their tails in lieu of laughter – they got it – but Hubert was still scratching his head.
Hubert was then taken to the Hollywood Bowl where a Top Comedian (who preferred not to be named) performed, with Hubert in the front row. The T.C. tried out his best material, but Hubert only yawned and said, “I don’t get it.”
The audience collectively sighed, so the T.C. brought Hubert on stage and had him sit in a chair while the comedian circled Hubert, telling him jokes from every angle … but Hubert scratched himself and still didn’t get it …
So Hubert went home and looked in the mirror … and then he finally got it.
“I’m the joke,” said Hubert to his reflection, and he laughed and laughed and laughed …
