The joke is stuck. Clever joke or rough thigh slap? Fine tip or punch? The keyword is “political correctness”. The satire is put to the test. And that’s good.
The coloring of the humor is as colorful as a rainbow. And extremely variable. What you found so wonderfully funny as a child – Otto Waalkes or Louis de Funès – fades over the years and today you ask yourself what it was that you could just run off about back then.
The blonde joke is considered almost extinct, one can only speculate about the reasons. Maybe it’s because this genre was never really funny. And that N* jokes are only more…
Accessed on 08/06/2022 at 06:18