Terrence and I were discussing our joke repertoires, which, as it turns out, both redefine stupid and lame. Mine consists entirely of the following:

Q: Why did the monkey fall out of the tree?

A: Because it was dead.

Q: Why did the other monkey fall out of the tree?

A: It was on the first monkey's back.

Q: Why did the other monkey fall out of the tree?

A: Peer pressure.

And...

Q: What did Tarzan say when he saw a herd of elephants coming over the hill?

A: Hey, there's a herd of elephants coming over the hill!

The really sad thing is, those never fail to crack me up.

Terrence's one joke isn't even worth mentioning here, which makes me feel a bit better about mine.