The Funniest Joke Ever Told

The funniest joke ever told was this line from Police Squad

My Funniest Joke

An Italian man had just bought a brand new Ferrari and was taking it out for its first spin on the highway, but since he wanted to break it in a very gentle way he was just cruising along in 2nd gear way over in the slow lane.

While cars were passing by him with regularity he paid no mind to them at all for he knew he had the fastest car on the road, that is until he and his car passed by a poor old man shivering on a moped occupying but a sliver of the same line.

“”Mama Mia”” said the Italian obviously irritated that such a peasant would dare to bring such a useless vehicle onto a freeway and so he made sure to pass so close to the moped so as to frighten the poor fellow.

Not a moment later, the man on the moped zooms right by the Italian man and his Ferrari, bringing a scowl to the proud car owners face. “Ah, you wanna play, ok let’s plaY” he said out loud as he shifted his car into 3rd gear and pressed only his big toe from inside his Italian loafers down onto the accelerator.

Vroom! His car responded with a lurch and a second later the Ferrari zoomed right past the man an the moped, the Italian man making sure to flip the bird as he drove on past.

But, one second later, the man on the moped zoomed right on past the Ferrari yet again, this time with the old man’s jacket blown out behind him like a parachute, his helmet riding up his forehead and not leaning forward but backwards like his moped was a raging charging bull.

“Sona-ma-bitch” the Italian roared and threw his car into 4th gear, this time flooring the accelerator and his car screamed past the driver on the moped. “A-ha you sona-ma-bitch” and he shook his fist in the air triumphantly. But sure enough, one second later the old man on the moped went whizzing on past the Ferrari, this time the old man was barely holding onto the handle bars and one foot was riding high in the air behind him for balance, the wind having knocked the helmet to the back of the old man’s neck.

“Ok, Ima no fook around” yells the Italian and he throws his car into top gear, the engine is roaring as the car not only passes the man on the moped but leaves him looking like a speck of dust in the rear-view mirror. But only for a moment for but a second later the moped goes flying – slightly airborne – past the Ferrari, the old man flying horizontally along with it, still clutching at the handlebars with his fingertips.

Exasperated the Italian man brings his car to a stop beside the moped on the shoulder of the road. The tall burly man gets out of his car and strides over to the frail old man on the moped who’s quivering beyond belief. With one hand he snatches the old man by his overalls and hoists him in the air demanding “Allright you Sona-ma-bitch, I wanna know what kind of engine you have in that moped!

The old man looks down at the Italian in disbelief and points to the Farrari’s bumper while crying out “Engine? Engine nothing, my suspenders are caught in your back fender!”

Come on, tell me that didn’t make you laugh?

W. Beneath