Tell a Sardarji joke in China and the retort would echo "Whats a Turban?". The aspiration (or desperation) to intend being funny depends on the crowd around you! Tell a clean joke at college and you become the local Pope. Tell a shoddy one to your dad and you become a victim of the renowned be-a-good-man-advice-forum-beneficiary. The natural charisma that some people seem to possess congenitally to make people roll off the floor in laughter is truly exceptional. You can always expect a sharp sting round the corner in their presence (poor victims, and it stings harder when its on you. Takes a lot of courage to be sportive!). The same comment from you gets a boo and if from him, gets all the applause. Its all about the delivery!
Some people narrate jokes as if they'ld rather read the news. To some specimens the word humor in itself hardly penetrates the 4th layer of their skins. These are the vigorously serious and immensely boring sloth bears that we still find surviving. Enter - the save-no-mercy-for-him delicacies who're always the victims. May their means be silence or chatter, these scape goats get slaughtered right in the poultry farm over and over again! You do feel some pity for them but just fall short of being magnanimous and so, butcher them again. These whipping boys never fail to entertain us with their ingenious tomfoolery and boundless clumsiness. They say its all about timing a joke; its always tea-time for these wimps. So when you are in the company of better wits, behave yourself; when you know that you are the best wisecracker, build your confidence :)
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