The Joke Assassin

In high school, we had a friend we nicknamed “the Joke Assassin.” I’m sure everyone knows someone like this, that guy who can’t help but explain and repeat every joke until it’s not funny anymore. With this guy, it was funny sayings and quotes. Simpsons stuff, for the most part.

He would end every sentence with “In-deedly-doodly!” until we begged him to stop.

He would refer to another friend’s saxaphone as a “sax-a-ma-phone” every time he saw it.

You get the idea.

By calling this guy “the Joke Assassin,” we were hoping he would pick up on our not-so-subtle message that he needed to cut it out. But we underestimated his dedication to his craft. He managed to turn the tables on us, killing the joke in his own nickname until we couldn’t use it anymore.

“That’s right, I’m the Joke Assassin! Haha! I kill jokes dead! Don’t let me hear your jokes, because I’ll murder ‘em! In the night! With extreme prejudice! Get it?”

He was a diabolical genius, in his own way.