There are only two kinds of funny.
Planned funny. And not planned funny.
I'm gonna give you a great example of planned funny.
The other night I needed something from Hoag and I asked if I could stop over to his place after work.
He said sure.
I told him I'd be there around 6:10.
Ever punctual, I show up around 6:10, knock on door and let myself in.
He ain't inside....but I notice thru the sliding glass doors that he's outside. So I saunter on out back.
And here is what I see:
Hoag is lounging in his robe on an anti-gravity chaise loungey thing.
He's smoking a cuban (cigar)
He has an ice bucket next to him filled with two bottles of champagne (one half empty) and a filled glass to his lips.
He's wearing some kinda funky Elvisey ray-ban sunglasses
There is some thin hose thingy spraying him down with a fine mist of water.
His wife is standing next to him, hand feeding him fresh strawberries.
That my friends is planned funny.
(Unplanned funny would be if one of you showed up at his house and I was the one feeding him the strawberries.)