An inmate was spending his first night ever in the State penitentiary. As he was drifting off to sleep somebody yells “67,” and the entire joint erupts in laughter. A few minutes later somebody hollers “27”, and again deafening laughter. This goes on for quite awhile with the same results.
The new inmate whispers to the guy in the next cell, “Hey. What’s going on with the numbers?” The old guy whispers back, “We‘ve told the same jokes so many times that we’ve assigned them numbers.”
The new inmate thinks this over and decides to try to fit-in and give it a try, so he yells out “34!” followed by DEAD SILENCE.
Confused the new inmate whispers again to his neighboring cellmate, “So, what’s the deal; nobody laughed?”
The old jailbird replied, “It’s pretty simple; some guys can tell a joke, and some guys can’t.”