Jokes are a great way to study culture because they often portray those things that people may think without being willing to admit publicly. I subscribe to a joke-a-day list, and like most of you, I get dozens of stale jokes forwarded to me from well-meaning friends who have yet to learn how to cut & paste to avoid the >> >> >>>> > >>>, or the dozen message envelopes with the header “This is funny!!!!” or “You’ve got to read this!!! Too true!!!!!” that you need to get through before you can actually read the damn thing.
Yeah, go ahead and tell me that you would just delete the thing. I rarely do that because you never know – AOL and Microsoft and Outback Steakhouse and Fudrucker’s might, just might be willing to give me a new car full of Ben & Jerry’s Super Fudge Chunk if I forward it on to 2,500 of my closest friends
Anyway, this joke came to me this morning. It’s old, but I still laughed because the stereotypes that it plays up still seems funny to me. Then I caught myself laughing, and began to wonder why I found it so funny. Perhaps in the back of my mind it still rings of some amount of truth, or at least, skirts dangerously close. I suspect that a lot of men will find it funny, and a few women will roll their eyes.
Bill and Ted were at a poker game that had run late – past 3 a.m.
Bill says, “You know what I hate about these games? When I go home, I turn off my headlights, shut off the engine, and coast into the driveway. Then I go to the front door, take off my shoes and sneak in as quietly as I can. But my wife always wakes up and we end up having a fight.”
Ted replied “You’re going about it the wrong way. What I do instead is drive into the driveway, honk the horn a few times, get out of the car, slam the door, go in the house and bang the door open. Then I yell ‘Honey, I’m home’, run upstairs, slap her on the ass and say, ‘Hey, how’s about a little lovin’, woman?’ She never even rolls over.”
Okay, anybody up for dissecting this one?