Yesterday I was talking to someone who appreciates a sense of humor. And I am quite afraid I don't have a very strong sense of humor. Why is a humor a sense? I digress. So I tried to explain the humor I grew up with by saying the following. The jokes I most heard growing up were either Swedish or the type you find on a laffy taffy wrapper. Here are two of the most verbalized examples.
Joke 1: Ollie and Lena were sitting in a car (or maybe they were driving? I don't quite remember). Lena said to Ollie "Ollie my hands are cold and nobody loves me." Ollie looked at Lena and replied. "Sit on your hands. God loves you."
Joke 2: Every time we drove past a cemetery while on a road trip my dad would say "Hey those people are just dying to get in there."
Reading these jokes you can imagine how I work with sarcasm. My dad is great at telling jokes to 4 year olds. They love him. Sarcasmly gifted people, I think you all need to wear t-shirts. I love you. I'm growing. But I respond to you (as some of you already know) by saying "Really?" and a minute later I say "O you were kidding." Which some of you think is pretty funny. I'm sarcastically challenged I think.
Anyway, the girl I was talking with responded to my explanation of being humor challenged by saying I was cute. Which I thought was funny. :)