LJI Week 1 - Jayus
When I first came across the topic for the first week of LJ Idol, I misread the word before reading the whole entry. At first, I thought the word said, “Jayzus.” I thought Gary was stirring up controversy in the first week. That would've been interesting and I easily could've written about that topic because of a book I had to read when I was in undergrad classes. It was a book that I loved, too.
However, I made sure to read the entire post and learned that the word was not “Jayzus” but “jayus.” That changed my outlook on the post. I figured tons of people would be posting about corny jokes. I figured that a lot of people would not understand what the word meant. The word “jayus” doesn't mean “a corny joke.” I know tons of puns and corny jokes. I love corny jokes. My sister loves corny jokes. I had and have teachers that love corny jokes. I could tell corny jokes in this entry like a huge majority of people in LJ Idol are telling corny jokes in their entries. My fifth grade teacher constantly told corny jokes at lunch. My Algebra teacher that I had in eighth grade told corny jokes. My sister is always coming up with puns and sometimes I'll come up with original puns, though I usually repeat puns that I've heard other places, often from my sister.
The thing about my sister's puns is that she often doesn't think them through before she tells them.
I'm the one that drives, so my sister sits next to me in the passenger seat. She starts talking, “What do you call a cow? No, I mean, what do you call a dyslexic cow? No, that's not right. It's a goat and it's hypoglycemic.”
These were probably not her exact words, however, this is the type of thing that I hear.
She'll finally get to her pun, struggling over the words. The complete pun is still awkward. “Why, when in his field, did the dyslexic cow get drunk?”
I'll ask, “Why?”
She'll say, “Because he mistook it for ale!”
I look at her and give her a groan and a laugh. The joke was put together badly. I'll tell her, the joke shouldn't go like that. It should go, “Why did the dyslexic cow get drunk instead of standing in a field? Because it thought it belonged in an ale.”
“Oh,” she'll say, “but you laughed.”
I sigh, “Yes, at you trying to tell the joke.”
Briana looks at me and says, “I'm not good at thinking on the spot.”
I respond, “I know. That's why you're not good at improv.”
Disclaimer: I take full credit for the bad pun because I purposely wrote the pun for this entry since I did not have a concrete example of this occurrence even though it happens regularly.
However, I made sure to read the entire post and learned that the word was not “Jayzus” but “jayus.” That changed my outlook on the post. I figured tons of people would be posting about corny jokes. I figured that a lot of people would not understand what the word meant. The word “jayus” doesn't mean “a corny joke.” I know tons of puns and corny jokes. I love corny jokes. My sister loves corny jokes. I had and have teachers that love corny jokes. I could tell corny jokes in this entry like a huge majority of people in LJ Idol are telling corny jokes in their entries. My fifth grade teacher constantly told corny jokes at lunch. My Algebra teacher that I had in eighth grade told corny jokes. My sister is always coming up with puns and sometimes I'll come up with original puns, though I usually repeat puns that I've heard other places, often from my sister.
The thing about my sister's puns is that she often doesn't think them through before she tells them.
I'm the one that drives, so my sister sits next to me in the passenger seat. She starts talking, “What do you call a cow? No, I mean, what do you call a dyslexic cow? No, that's not right. It's a goat and it's hypoglycemic.”
These were probably not her exact words, however, this is the type of thing that I hear.
She'll finally get to her pun, struggling over the words. The complete pun is still awkward. “Why, when in his field, did the dyslexic cow get drunk?”
I'll ask, “Why?”
She'll say, “Because he mistook it for ale!”
I look at her and give her a groan and a laugh. The joke was put together badly. I'll tell her, the joke shouldn't go like that. It should go, “Why did the dyslexic cow get drunk instead of standing in a field? Because it thought it belonged in an ale.”
“Oh,” she'll say, “but you laughed.”
I sigh, “Yes, at you trying to tell the joke.”
Briana looks at me and says, “I'm not good at thinking on the spot.”
I respond, “I know. That's why you're not good at improv.”
Disclaimer: I take full credit for the bad pun because I purposely wrote the pun for this entry since I did not have a concrete example of this occurrence even though it happens regularly.