To the guys whose friends consider you the funny guy of the group, where do you get your material? Were you guys born funny or is it a skill that you develop? What kind of jokes do you tell? I personally wasn't the class clown, growing up, however, I've always been observant and had a lot of witty things to say even though I kept them to myself. So, for me, it just happened to opening up more.
Observational and quick witted, and a little bit over the line of decency....for me...and yes, am known as a funny guy. Even did stand up for a couple of years during college.....with mixed results. DD
"I'm funny how, I mean funny like I'm a clown, I amuse you? I make you laugh, I'm here to ****in' amuse you? What do you mean funny, funny how? How am I funny?"
I like to consider my form of humor a simple mix of Black, Blue, Character, Improv, Observational, Alternative, Physical, Prop, Surreal, Deadpan, Topical, Wit/Word play, Insult, and Cringe comedic styles. Your mother likes to consider my form a simple mix of Asstackle, Slurpee, Greasy Oven Mitt, Backwards Bicycle, Dutch Oven, Cleveland Steamer, Soap Dispenser, French Pickle, Dirty Santa Clause Seat Warmer, Bermuda Triangle and Charzard styles.
I'm definitely the funny guy in any group I'm in, but I think it's due to my sarcastic nature. Not something I actively try at at or even think about, honestly. I don't think most funny people really think about how to make people laugh, they just do... unless you're one of those annoying "joke-tellers." Hate those guys.
People think I'm funny and its all well and good until I make a joke about 12 year olds in Thailand to the infamous "Boob-grab" girl in the Fatty picture and then she walks off the balcony in disgust.
Chicks dig me, because I rarely wear underwear and when I do it's usually something unusual. But now I know why I have always lost women to guys like you. I mean, it's not just the uniform. It's the stories that you tell. So much fun and imagination. Lee Harvey, you are a madman. When you stole that cow, and your friend tried to make it with the cow. I want to party with you, cowboy. But the two of us together, forget it. I'm gonna go out on a limb here. I'm gonna volunteer my leadership to this platoon. An army without leaders is like a foot without a big toe. And Sergeant Hulka isn't always gonna be here to be that big toe for us. I think that we owe a big round of applause to our newest, bestest buddy, and big toe... Sergeant Hulka.
Good humor takes a special blend of intellect, humility, and artistry. Bad humor takes a special blend of ignorance, arrogance, and laziness.
I can commiserate on that one. My quip yesterday to the pediatrician nursing staff about my son needing to get well to get back to slinging meth to the other Kindergarten kids met with blank stares. You swing, you miss. In a way, it was funnier to me that they didn't get it or took it seriously.
