I'm quite serious. Shawn told this joke the other night on the back porch, and I couldn't stop laughing. I was embarrassed, because everyone else politely laughed for the requisite five seconds, and I couldn't stop.
I went home and laughed about it. I couldn't sleep, I was still laughing about it. I awoke the next day and told people at work. I could barely get through the joke, and then they stared blankly.
For me, this simply must have been the joke the British used in the Monty Python sketch, a joke so funny it killed anyone who heard it, and was deployed against the Germans.
Typing it won't do, so I tell the joke below. Don't bother commenting about how bizarre I am. I know, okay? But perhaps -- PERHAPS -- someone else will find this amusing. It's been two days, and I can't stop laughing.
Yes, again: I already know I'm strange. Insert your own cricket noises. But I still can't breathe. I know: I'm a freak. I've never argued that.