According to Yahoo News…
Top ten best jokes judged at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe
1. Tim Vine – “I’ve just been on a once-in-a-lifetime holiday. I’ll tell you what, never again.”
2. David Gibson – “I’m currently dating a couple of anorexics. Two birds, one stone.”
3. Emo Philips – “I picked up a hitchhiker. You’ve got to when you hit them.”
4. Jack Whitehall – “I bought one of those anti-bullying wristbands when they first came out. I say ‘bought’, I actually stole it off a short, fat ginger kid.”
5). Gary Delaney – “As a kid I was made to walk the plank. We couldn’t afford a dog.”
6. John Bishop – “Being an England supporter is like being the over-optimistic parents of the fat kid on sports day.”
7. Bo Burnham – “What do you call a kid with no arms and an eyepatch? Names.”
8. Gary Delaney – “Dave drowned. So at the funeral we got him a wreath in the shape of a lifebelt. Well, it’s what he would have wanted.”
9. Robert White – “For Vanessa Feltz, life is like a box of chocolates: empty.”
10. Gareth Richards – “Wooden spoons are great. You can either use them to prepare food, or, if you can’t be bothered with that, just write a number on one and walk into a pub…”
And the worst…
Sara Pascoe – “Why did the chicken commit suicide? To get to the other side.”
Sean Hughes – “You know city-centre beat officers… Well are they police who rap?”
John Luke Roberts – “I made a Battenberg where the two colours ran alongside each other. I called it apartheid sponge.”
Emo Philips – “I like to play chess with bald men in the park although it’s hard to find 32 of them.”
Bec Hill – “Some of my best friends are vegan. They were going to come today but they didn’t have the energy to climb up the stairs.”
Dan Antopolski – “How many Spaniards does it take to change a lightbulb? Juan.”
Doc Brown – “I was born into the music industry. My dad worked in Our Price.”
I’d suggest re-writing the head (or at least bunging on a sub-head) warning people “Not ‘Ha-Ha’ Funny”. Jesus, I’m wagering the noise of hair growing is deafening in the rooms these yutzes play.
They’re no Shaun Vincents, any of ’em, that’s for sure …