Joke of the week (part one)
In which a classic joke turns out to be rather sad
“My dog’s got no nose”
“How does he smell?”
“He doesn’t. He sits around all day getting into a deeper and deeper cycle of depression, because he can’t smell anything, in one huge cloud of nose-related ennui. He never even comes out of his basket.”
“That’s quite sad, really.”
“Yeah, I don’t know why the title says it’s a joke.”