The Buckets by Greg Cravens for January 24, 2025

Anyone hears my jokes?

Curmudgeons of the world, UNITE!

Dad jokes.

I’ve earned the right to be cranky. I’m 69, my body aches, and our generation really did have the best music. (I do admit that there is some good music still coming out, but you’ll never hear it on the “top 40” stations.)

This is a gauge of a sense of humour: tell someone a funny joke about any sort of others. If they laugh, tell an equally funny joke about their particular group. If they don’t laugh, no sense of humour. They’re just nasty.

Today’s strip comes from real life. I write and draw humor (or try to, for sure) and I think of myself as a Funny person. Took years to discover and believe that the people around me think of me as a Cranky person. I figured ‘Cranky’ humor still counted me among the ‘Funny’ people.

I’ve spent time trying to be less Cranky Funny and more Funny Funny… at least in person.

Humor´s funny that way.

Now there are times he’s funny, even when he doesn’t want to be.

Are you old or not? Or rather: Are you called cranky or funny?