Hey, remember that joke I told last night? Well, whatever.
After I typed it in and posted it, I got to thinking . . . it could very easily have been a joke about George Washington, not just one that mentioned George Washington. So I wrote essentially the exact same joke, only with George himself at the center, and not merely a reference to set up the punchline. It definitely makes it a better George Washington joke, but does it make it a better joke?
Let’s find out, eh?
George Washington had the misfortune to grow up before there was ever such a thing as indoor plumbing. As such, he had to make use of an outhouse whenever nature called. As a young boy, George hated his family’s outhouse, and always dreaded having to go there. One day it began to rain. A light drizzle soon swelled into a downpour that rendered the hill behind the Washington home a slippery, muddy mess. Not seeing his father around to stop him, young George snuck outside and shoved the foul old outhouse down the hill. It slid down the mud and broke into a fetid pile of sticks at the bottom.
Soon after his father came in the house and asked George if he had been the one to push the outhouse down the hill. “Yes,” George admitted. “It was me.”
“All right, then,” said his father. “Come here and get your whipping.”
“But father,” George protested, “you didn’t punish me when I was honest about chopping down the cherry tree!”
“True,” said his father. “But then again, I wasn’t in the cherry tree at the time.”