Backstage at a comedy club I once co-invented a little game based on this classic joke: “My dad just died in Alaska” “Nome?” “Of course I knew him – he was my dad”. You see, the follow up question is the key – what kind of insensitive idiot would, upon hearing that someone’s father had just died, offer not condolences, but a stupid question about the beloved’s geographical location?
Which leads to the game: try to come up with tortured set-ups, leading to ever more stupid follow-ups, ending in colossally annoying puns.
Hours of fun!
By the way, I won the competition (that is, I ended everyone’s interest in it) with this: “I was just playing rodent tug-of-war with a famous Enlightenment Philosopher.” “Voltaire?” “No, surprisingly, it stayed in one piece.”
These people deserve to have a light shone on their work.
“I went windsurfing around Poole harbour at the weekend.”
“Yeah, I’d recommend it to anyone.”
“That former Baywatch star is posing nude in Playboy again.”
“No, just her.”
From CHUCK J: (it’s the “-ish” that sold me on it)
“I’m vacationing in eastern Africa, and I want to wear something like a TV science educator would wear.”
“No, I was thinking more Mr. Wizard coat-ish.”
From ONIL: (nice torturing of the set-up)
“I was just hanging out with HarveyFierstein and Bruce Valanche in New York City borough located on Long Island that isn’t Brooklyn.”
“Actually, I think they’re bears.”