I love stupid criminal stories. They are one of the few things that can still make me burst out in a spontaneous belly laugh. You see, experts who get paid six figure salaries to study such things tell us that the key element of successful humor is the surprise factor. Something is said or done that catches us off guard, and the incongruity of it stimulates our funny bone to releases laugh hormones, causing us to involuntarily squirt milk out of our nose…or something like that. So to be truly amused, a person has to be surprised. However, as I get older I am discovering that not very much surprises me anymore.
When I was a kid, two of my favorite magazines were Boy’s Life and Reader’s Digest. I would always flip to the joke pages first thing and spend the next few minutes guffawing at the hilarious humor found therein until my mother told me to clean up my milk snot and put the magazine down until I was done with my PB&J. For the last several years, though, I have felt ripped off when I read those publications. As it turns out, the jokes in Boy’s Life are the same jokes I was reading in that magazine when I was a kid. Of course, I suppose they can be forgiven, since they have a 100% reading audience turnover every 15 years or so, with the exception of a couple of old geezers like me that forgot to grow up.
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