Sorry, this joke is actually a lousy example of the “shaggy dog story” genre. To be a proper sds it needs a couple of paragraph setup—the story of Mr. B’s day, with Mrs. B constantly reminding him of the date they have that evening and to show up on time for “the meal”…
I am reminded at this juncture of the anecdote concerning Herr Marx and M. Toulouse-Lautrec walking through the streets of London when they spot a group of revellers—Karl suggests to Henri that they would make a lovely subject for a painting, and Henri says well, sure, but they are dressed so casually—I prefer to paint scenes that are a bit more formal… Karl walks over to the group and asks if they have anything they could change into, that his friend might paint their picture—rebuffed, he returns to Henri and announces, “They have nothing, Toulouse, but their jeans.”
ba-dum-bum
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