It's Not That Punny!

A skeleton walks into a bar and asks for a scotch and a mop.

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Did you laugh at that? If the answer is no, then you may be like me. Your brain just doesn't process humor correctly. My husband told me that joke when we were dating... and I only understood once it was explained to me.

Him: A skeleton walks into a bar and asks for a scotch and a mop.
Me: *blinks*
Him: You don't get it?
Me: Not even remotely.
Him: A SKELETON, SCOTCH, MOP... You seriously don't get it?
Me: I'm confused. Skeletons don't talk.
Him: (shaking his head) A scotch..and a mop.....
Me: *blinks*
Him: Just think about it. Why would a skeleton ask for a mop?
Me: Why would he ask for a scotch?! None of this is based in reality.
Him: A SCOTCH, and a MOP!
Me: You can keep saying it, but my brain isn't getting it. Saying it repeatedly is NOT going to make me understand this stupid joke!
Him: It's NOT stupid! You just aren't thinking about it! Come on..a scotch and a mop!
Me: I swear if you say it again I am going to hurt you. I DO NOT COMPREHEND. DOES NOT COMPUTE. Which part of this aren't you getting?? Skeletons are dead people. None of this would ever occur.
Him: You are killing me here. It makes complete sense! A skeleton walks into...
Me: Are you repeating it? Again? Like telling me this crappy joke again will make it suddenly make sense? Your joke lacks depth, it's clearly never something that is going to happen..ever. I just don't get why you are so invested in it... It's like you are getting paid to push this joke on people.
Him: This can't be real. You seriously don't get it?? You are messing with me...(laughs nervously)
Me: Can you please just explain???? Why are we still carrying on about this dumb joke? I don't think anyone besides you gets it! Watch..

At this point, I walked into a room full of coworkers (he was visiting me at work) and tell the joke.

Room erupted in laughter.

My husband looked at me with a smug face..laughing heartily.

Some people are good at telling jokes. I'm the type of person who couldn't remember a joke if I wrote it on the back of my hand. To make matters worse, I'm usually the only one in a crowd that looks at the person telling the joke like he is speaking Greek.

I'm unsure what part of our brain is used to decipher jokes..maybe mine got injured in a sledding accident or one of the many times I fell down as a kid.

By the way, if you are joke challenged like me... the skeleton needs a mop because when he drinks the scotch, it runs right down onto the floor.

My wonderful hubby let me sit on that for a long time before I finally got the explanation. It's no wonder I love him so. Even if he's bad at telling smart jokes that make sense.