A good friend of mine, knowing my humourous proclivities, one day said to me, out of the blue: "Hey! You know... I belong to a joke telling club. I'll bet you'd really enjoy it! We meet on Tuesday evenings at 7 pm. Wanna come to the next one?"
Since it sounded like fun (and since I know a funny story or two), I said "sure, why not?"
The next Tuesday found us in the small back function room of a local pub up in Hanover, NH. A surprisingly diverse group of people, mostly men, were gathered, quaffing beer and chatting. At 7 on the dot, they started. Someone asked for a volunteer to start. A rather academic looking fellow stood up and said "74".
The room erupted in chortles of laughter.
Another guy leapt to his feet and gleefully called out "23!"
Hysteria followed.
This went on for several minutes.
I leaned over to my colleague and said quietly. "I don't get it! What's going on here?"
He said, "Well, you know, there are so many good jokes, and so little time, so we compiled a numbered list of jokes. Over the years, we've memorized them, so we can save time and focus on the humor by simply calling out the number of the joke."
"Ahh, I see".
I can do this, I figured. When there was a brief lull, I stood up confidently and said "51".
Dead silence.
I sat down, dejected.
"I don't understand..." said I to my chum.
He sighed. "Well... some people just can't tell a joke."
[PS By the way - I think the one above is #162]