Jelly & Jam

Allison is pretty notorious for her jokes. They're corny tales that are a step up from what you might find on a popsicle stick, yet not of too high of a caliber. It might be said that the humor in these jokes arises on the part of the listener, who is humoring Allison by listening to the Irish man's latest adventure in the tavern. That's not to say they aren't entertaining, though, with most of the pleasure coming from the joke teller eirself; often the joke endearingly includes accents, whether the joke calls for it or not. Plus, Allison always laughs merrily at the end, putting a smile on the listener's face, regardless of the joke's merit.

A month ago, Allison informed us that she learned a knock-knock joke from either a priest or a principal (someone important and chaste, I don't recall which.)

Knock knock.
Who's there?
Interrupting jellyfish.
Interrupti... (the knocker's wiggling hand comes flying into the face of the responder)

It was cute and fairly amusing. Then Allison announced ey had one other joke ey could think of.

What's the difference between jelly and jam?

We shrug, pausing for some cheesy response.

I can't jelly my dick up your mother's ass.

The four of us listening were caught so off guard, we all reacted with faces of disgust. The joke itself is positively crass, but coupling that with the fact that we had just been lured into a false sense of cuteness by the joke preceding it, I actually had to stand up and shake off the icky feeling it left lingering.

Way to keep us on our toes, Allison.