There once was a man who loved to tell jokes. He would spend hours writing, practicing, and perfecting his material, always searching for the next big laugh.
One day, he came across a joke that he was sure would be his masterpiece. It was long, intricate, and had the perfect combination of wit and humor. Excitedly, he went to the local comedy club to try it out on an audience.
As he took the stage, the man launched into his joke, delivering each line with perfect timing and finesse. The audience was rapt with attention, hanging on his every word as he built up to the punchline.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he reached the climax of the joke. He paused for a moment, letting the tension in the room reach its peak, before delivering the final line.
But instead of uproarious laughter, there was only silence. Confused, the man looked out at the audience, wondering what had gone wrong. Then, suddenly, one person in the back of the club burst out laughing uncontrollably.
The man's heart sank as he realized that his joke had fallen flat. Dejected, he trudged off the stage and made his way to the bar, where he found the lone audience member who had found his joke funny.
"Why did you laugh?" the man asked. "No one else did."
The audience member wiped away a tear of laughter and replied, "Oh, I just got the joke from the last comedian. It was a two-drink minimum to understand."