Friday, November 26, 2004

Twice on the Pipe

Brendon Small, venerable creator of the late "Home Movies" and all-round cool guy, muses amusingly on the nature of knock-knock jokes in the latest installment of the The Onion A.V. Club.
Hatred and fear are the root of all comedy—maybe. Hatred. The core of all humor. Look deep within the bowels of any knock-knock joke and you'll find white-knuckled fists pounding angrily at the door, only to ruin the self-esteem and mind-fuck the answerer. And we (as a country) must never let the knocker in. Why? Because he's there to kill you. Every knock-knock joke, when magnified, is a recipe for murder. Think about it, shitheads: a strange person who you could never recognize, spinning lies—he's the devil and he wants your soul. Because he's going to eat it. For dinner. And you're invited to the dinner, too. That you're the food for. The main course for.
Love that Brendon Small.


  1. Anonymous12:08 PM

    knock knock

  2. (god i hope this is actually a setup for a joke.)

    - "Who's there?"