It’s that wonderful time of year; time to drive people crazy with “punny” humor.

I started this years ago, when I was working with elementary, middle, and high school students (and quite a few college students, too). Pouring over old, used joke books, I would select prime puns and share them at our events just to get a groan. Elephants started it.

How do you get an elephant out of the water?

I know.  But most people grin a little bit.

And that was my point. I was a one-woman crusade against the cruel, snide, hurtful “jokes” that float around so effortlessly. I was making my own small point about the sarcasm-couched-as-wit that haunts us in prime time television and other forms of media.

Kids are prime (don’t excuse the pun) candidates for this tripe. It’s the McDonald’s marketing plan: snag them when they’re young and you have a customer for life. Unfortunately, adults aren’t much more discerning . Once we get a hold of a bad habit, it’s hard to let go.

It was easy for me to start posting the jokes on Facebook. Pretty soon, I had a following of students begging me to stop, which I did one year right after Halloween.

Bill: What can you say about a horrible mummy joke?
Bob: What?
Bill: It sphinx!Halloween-Jokes-Quotes-3

Biding my time, I waited until Thanksgiving rolled around. And I sprung them again.

Q: Why did the turkey sit on the tomahawk?
A: To hatchet.

I think Thanksgiving jokes are the most stuffy because Pilgrims were so serious. (That’s my own joke. Thank you.) By this time, adults started to “like” them on my page, too. I usually only posted a week’s worth – they’re limited edition – so I waited, again, until Christmas. (Q: What do you call a kid who doesn’t believe in Santa?
A: A rebel without a Claus.)
Why the following? I suspect, through no elfin magical mischief or tom-fowl-ery, that people, old and young, like to laugh at something that isn’t taking a pound of flesh or a poke with a stick. We’re tired of leaving our victims plucked and naked, ready for basting.

Don’t we have enough of that?

It’s a trivial thing, I know. What is this actually doing? It’s like people say these days: “First world problems.” But I think it is a first world problem; we’re often not nice and we don’t care who suffers the butt of our jokes.

Today’s “fine, fine line” is long and thin. When I was a kid, you couldn’t talk about flatulence, underwear, or your parents without a reprimand. These are so accepted now, it seems Puritanical to protest.

My college students don’t even agree with me on swear words. They say “pissed” and “bitch” aren’t cursing.  Those phrases were squashed by the FCC and George Carlin.

At any rate, whenever I bring these little treasures back, I get a great response.  Oh, it’s not my original humor – my  own bit of fun is seeking them out. I’m just spreading the pumpkin seeds of humor, the Jeri Appleseed of puns and jokes.

It’s a one woman revolution. I’m only joking.

You say you want a revolution
Well, you know
We all want to change the world
You tell me that it’s evolution
Well, you know
We all want to change the world
But when you talk about destruction
Don’t you know that you can count me out
Don’t you know it’s gonna be all right
all right, all right.
(The Beatles: “Revolution”)