What do you call a grizzly bear with no teeth?
A gummi bear!
And when you tell that joke, make sure that you sort of curl your lips around your teeth when you deliver the punch line, like your dentures are missing. It’s just THAT much more funny when you do.
Ninny told that joke to the boy.
(Ninny, of course, is my sister. The boy could never pronounce her name correctly when he was as tall as a grasshopper’s knee, and he always just called her “Ninny.” And it stuck. And today? Well, today there are adults who call my sister Ninny, because that’s what the boy calls her. I think I actually know grown girls who have forgotten Ninny’s real name. The boy isn’t even sure that she has a real name; she has just always been “Ninny” to him.)
At any rate, the boy thinks that this is the funniest joke he has ever heard in his life. (Or at least since 2000, when he was born, which is SO MUCH YOUNGER than 1999, which is the year that the oldest Lego set he’s ever heard of was manufactured.) I had to agree with him on the joke; it was stinking funny, especially when Ninny told it, all denture-free and everything.
But after the boy has told you this joke fifty-seven-hundred-and-sixteen-twenty-nine times, it loses something.
I’m just sayin’.