Or at least my jokes if my exchange with a guy is to be believed.
I write monologue jokes for a show and happened to be in the studio for the shoot. I never do that. I just stay home staring at my check. But this time I happened to be in the area having dinner so stopped in to say howdy.
After the show an audience member was talking to the host. He called me over and introduced me as the guy who wrote the joke there seemed to be an issue with.
The guy laid into me about a joke about the president. It was rather innocuous seeming joke but I’ve come to the conclusion there is no such thing.
No matter how soft a joke there’s always going to be someone with a pie hole full of bile.
I listened to the guy for a moment (glaring at that pussy ass bastard of a host) before stopping him. I explained that, although he’s entitled to his opinion, I don’t have to spend my private time listening to him whine.
Of course he doesn’t stop so I stop him with,
“Jokes don’t kill people.” I say leaning in. “But a comedy writer with a chainsaw will.”