It’s an old place where everyone seems to know each other. Every once in a while someone yells out a number and everyone in the bar cracks up.
“37” shouts the patron next to him.
The bar is full of laughter.
“22” calls out his friend.
People are hysterical.
“What gives?” the guy asks his friend.
“Well, you see, we’ve all been coming here for so long, we have all heard every joke several times, so much in fact that we decided to just assign numbers to them rather than bothering to retell the whole joke.”
At that point a woman says with a lilting voice “84.”
Everyone laughs as usual.
So the guy thinks he can try it too. He says “15.”
Not a sound is heard. No laughter, not even a chuckle.
One guy turns and says, “Some people just don't know how to tell a joke."
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