Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says "But Doctor... I am Pagliacci." Good joke. Everybody laugh.
Three tomatoes are walking down the street: a poppa tomato, a momma tomato, and a little baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. Poppa tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and smooshes him… and says: «Catch up!»
— The doctor says to the man: You got two different testicles. One is made of wood, and the other one is metal. The man is quite surprised, and the doctor doesn't know what to say either. But then he asks: "Do you have children?" The man says: Pinocchio is 3 and Terminator will be 7 soon.
— That's the joke?
— Yes, damit!
— Who is "Ponocchio"?
— "Pinocchio" is a marionette — made of wood. And "Terminator" is made of metal.
— I don't understand your joke!
— Because you don't listen right!
— I did!
— No, you didn't! I have to explain every joke to you three times and you still don't get it!
— I understood your fucking joke! "Terminator" is a machine! — made of metal! But why is a child a marionette?