I have a joke
“Okay, I have a joke.”
*groan*
“It goes like this. There were these three guys who were robbing a store. Well, they were - no, they were guys. And they had red hair. No, one had red hair, and the other had brown, and one was a BLONDE!”
*groan*
“They were robbing a store. And they were like, ‘Gimme all your money’ - oh, but first, there was a guy behind the counter. Well, they were like ‘Gimme all your money’ and the cops came. Oh, the guy behind the counter called the cops. And the robbers were like, ‘Oh, crap!’ and then the one guy said, ‘Act natural’ and they all hopped in these sacks.”
*….zzzz…*
“And the cops came and they were like, ‘Where are the robbers?’ and they couldn’t find them, and then a cop kicked one of the sacks and the guy inside went ‘Meow.’ and then the cops kicked another sack and it went ‘woof!’ and that was the red haired guy, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
“And then the cops kicked the last sack and the guy inside, he was the blonde, he went, ‘Potato!’ …I guess it was kind of ironic.”
“….” “…Thanks, Roo.”
“Do you wanna hear another joke?”
This is exactly how I tell a joke. Complete with the groans and zzzz’s and everything from the victim person listening.
