My humor really comes from a few layers under the “joke,” finding wit and layer under the window dressing. Sometimes it’s mean, sometimes it’s really lame, sometimes nobody gets it.
But this may be the smartest joke I’ve ever written.
“And as Pheidippedes last few breaths came and went, he uttered to his Athenian brethren;
Let history resound my love for Greece on every new moon, with 18 consecutive hours of reality television programs!’ “
In other words, we use the word Marathon quite liberally in the American language (I don’t want to offend the English). We misuse a LOT of words for slang and what-not, but sometimes, were you to put yourself in the place of the person who invented or is afflicted by a word used for marketing or humor, hey, maybe not so funny.
If I were an addict, I think I would take great offense to somebody tagging their peccadillo with “-aholic.” Like a “shop-aholic” or a “chocoholic.” Because alcoholics struggle to control the signals in their brains and thoughts on a moment-to-moment basis so they can keep their lives together, and that shouldn’t be taken too lightly. Unless of course you tried to rationalize that time you blew your friend’s step-dad for a bag of miniature candy-bars, of course, OK, you ARE a Chocoholic! Now THAT is a Hershey’s Kiss. You need to get to a meeting and stop Looking For Mr. Goodbar.”
So anyway, don’t accept lame comedy. You’re better than that.