Mood: ‘The Mating Game’, Bitter: Sweet
6. Tell us a joke that cracks you up, or share a meme that always makes you laugh.
(Once more, with thanks to @fredhincanada)
As an inveterate punster, I will have to say the reaction(s) I get from my favorite pairing of them are what makes them so funny! That being written, here they are:
The cannibalism passed his brother in the woods.
Then he dumped his girlfriend.
Favorite Story Format Joke
Dom Claude Frollo was tasked with the hiring the new bell-ringer for Notre Dame Cathedral. After an exhaustive search with no good prospects, he was ready to curse the day he entered the service of the church when a squat, deformed, hunchbacked and barrel-chested fellow with a squashed face that would make Satan shrink away presented himself for the interview.
‘Very well,” said he, “let us see how well you can ring our bells! The bell cords lay within!”
“Nay, good Brother,” quoth the hunchback through a mouth that truly wished to work as normal, but lacking a normal face, failed; not enough to be completely unintelligible, though. “Nay, good Brother, he continued, “I must be in the belfry, facing the bells, if you please.”
This was an highly unusual request, but being bereft of any other prospects, Frollo acquiesced.
After the long climb, Frollo stood, nonplussed, looking askance at the hunchback, finally pointing to the smallest bell (‘smallest’ yet not doing justice to it’s size), Guillaume, and said, “Let us begin with this, the smaller of our bells.”
Without waiting for the Dom to finish speaking, the hunchback charged the bell full on, slamming his face into it….and causing the most melodious sound that humankind can forge to peal forth with perfect pitch and reverberation!!
Frollo had been about to say…something before the bell was struck but now was struck dumbfounded himself. Mouth open in astonishment! Now, too, he had an inkling as to the unfortunate shape of the hunchback’s face, but if this was the kind of sound the bells could make…
He quickly ushered this bell-ringing prospect over to the next larger bell, Chambellan, and bid him continue his demonstration. Taking several more steps back for a more speedy run-up, once more face impacted bell and once more such a peal of bell of such purity it was as if the angels were singing rang forth, populous down in the square and, indeed, across Paris stopped what they were doing and listened!
Suitably impressed, Frollo indicated the largest bell, Louis, and said, “My strange friend, if you can do the same to this largest bell in Notre Dame, the job will be forever yours!”
What may have been possibly described as a smile with enough imagination, the hunchback began backing up, in line with a good, strong run at the bell, stopped to gauge the distance, then took three more steps back…right off the edge of the bell tower, quickly splashing across the square below, leaving Dom Claude Frollo stunned. After a time, his reverie was interrupted by a Brother, Brother Nuther, who wished to see what had happened, asking, “Well, who was he?”
“I did not get his name,” said he, “but his face sure rang a bell!”
The next day, a strangely similar hunchback presented himself for the same job. Frollo was so taken aback by the similar appearance, that he thought he might be seeing the ghost of the hunchback from the day before! “Were you two twins,” he queried?
“Nay; he was my brother, Brother.’
As the interview continued and it was found that the same method for ringing the bells was to be employed, Frollo gathered Brother Nuther to assist and make certain no further accident occurred, the trio went to the belltower.
Both Guillaume and Chambellan were rung with equal glorious results from the previous day. Making certain the Brother Nuther was behind the hunchback to forestall him from the same fate as his brother, Frollo bid him do his best with the big bell Louis
The pounding of the hunchback’s feet pistoning across the belfry’s floorboards gave great anticipation to the clergymen! As the hunchback approached the bell, he tripped, his momentum carrying him to and over the edge of the opening beneath the bells, careening off of bannisters and finally making a wet thump at the bottom.
Frollo and Nuther stood for a time looking in wonder down at this second tragedy.
“I didn’t even get his name, either,” he realized, shaking his head.
“Well,” said Nuther, “he’s a dead ringer for his brother…”
GOOD NIGHT!
