They Say that Analyzing a Joke Kills It. We Can Only Hope.

Here’s a joke Mack has told in my presence 157 times (give or take 150 times).

Some tourists have been sight-seeing in a quaint Mexican village, but they soon have to get back to their tour bus, and so they approach the one person they can find, a little old man sitting in the village square with his burro.  A man from the group goes up to him and asks him, “Excuse me sir.  Do you know what time it is?”  Well, the villager reaches over, lifts up his burro’s balls and announces, “It’s two o’clock.”

Well, of course, this is the darnedest thing the tourist has ever seen, so he goes and grabs his wife and sends her over.  She asks the villager, “What time is it?” and the villager sighs, but lifts the burro’s balls, scrutinizes a little, and announces, “It’s two o-five.”

She’s amazed and runs back and now the whole group comes over and another person asks the villager what time it is and again with the ball lifting and the scrutinizing and the announcing of time.  And so they demand to know how he’s telling the time by feeling his burro’s balls.  And he says, “Stupid gringos, I’m just moving them out of the way so that I can see the clock on the church over there.”

Okay, it’s funny enough.  You have the stupid tourists.  The seemingly mystical Other who, it turns out, is doing something very ordinary, but unrecognized by the tourists because of their expectation that he is magic.

But I am convinced that the joke would be even funnier with a talking burro.  See if I’m right:

So, some tourists have been sight-seeing in a quaint Mexican village, but soon have to get back to their tour bus.  They are unsure, however, what time it is locally.  One member of the group spots a man standing in the village square with a very young burro.  He goes over to the villager and asks, “Do you know what time it is?” and the burro nudges between the villager’s legs and announces, “It’s two o’clock, sir.”

Well, of course, this is the darnedest thing the tourist has ever seen, so he goes and grabs his wife and sends her over.  She, of course, is incredulous, but asks, “Okay, what time is it?” and the burro sighs, nudges between the man’s legs a little, and says, “It’s two oh five.”

She’s amazed and runs back and now the whole group comes over to see this amazing sight.  They ask what time it is and again with the nuzzling and the scrutinizing and the announcing of time.  And so they demand to know how the burro is capable of this and the burro says, “Stupid gringos, I’m just moving his balls out of the way so that I can see the clock on the church over there.”

See? Folks, I have been laughing now for about 24 hours at the idea of a talking burro and a joke that never explains it.

That‘s really funny.

10 thoughts on “They Say that Analyzing a Joke Kills It. We Can Only Hope.

  1. I know.. And it tickles me how delighted he gets when he tells it, but it’s utterly obvious that the joke is improved by a talking donkey and I am incensed that he doesn’t agree with me.

  2. The talking donkey distracts from the brilliant subtext of this joke. Told correctly (which i almost never do, because I’m laughing too hard) it is a first person account, and the listener never hears it coming. The talking donkey is a funny premise, but the visual alone won’t carry the day.

    I was on a plane last week when the pilot began his welcome to the passengers. He explained the flight and what to expect and then when he was finished, he unwittingly left his microphone keyed. He must have been talking to his flight crew when he remarked, “boy, i could use a hot cup of coffee and a blowjob right about now.”

    A Flight Attendant was near the rear of the plane, and upon realizing what was happening, started to sprint up toward the cockpit. The guy next to me noticed this and yelled out, “Hey sweetheart, don’t forget to take the coffee!”

    Improve that.

  3. What a coincidence! I was on that same plane and I believe you misheard. The pilot said, for the record, “Boy, I could use a hot cup of coffee and a little ass right now.”

    At which point, the talking burro says, “Hey, don’t look at me!”

  4. Ha, Ginger, I am so pleased with myself I about don’t know what to do. When, in the history of the world am I ever going to get one over on Mack that hilariously again? Probably never.

  5. Sorry, faulty premise. Lets get back to comedy 101.

    The premise, the punchline. A donkey, talking or not, would never be allowed on an airplane.

    You Midwesterners, the only funny people you can claim are Johnny Carson and Al Franken.

    Stick to making casseroles.

  6. Oh, Mack, I am embarrassed for you. A donkey certainly could travel on an airplane if it were a guide animal for a blind person. Maybe the dude in the village square was blind, hence the necessity for the burro to tell the time.

  7. Last time I checked, we midwesterners also had David Letterman. And Kevin Kline and John Goodman, if you want to include “funny actors from the midwest who can be named off the top of one’s head” and not just “standup comedians from the midwest who can be named off the top of one’s head.”

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