Trey Parker's favorite joke.
 

I found this link on spscriptorium.com. It's a video of Cartman telling the other boys Trey's favorite joke. I think it's safe to say that this might offend some people, so if you're easily offended by sick humor, you might want to steer clear of this one.

http://www.spschat.com/RareMedia/vid...ristocrats.wmv

i don't get it.

but gotta love that cartman.

Man, that's bad....but I laughed. But I don't get it either.

Well how it is they are showing what the aristocrats do to people, like they fuck them in the ass and stuff. Kinda a bit too offensive to be funny though

I'm going to the other room to defecate while I ponder this joke. :confused:

wow, just, wow

I don't think you are supposted to "Get it" that's the joke, right? See who laughs like an idot...

Well, you guys remember my chocolate milk joke with the penguins? It's kinda like that, I guess as far as the anti-climactic punchline goes. The real purpose of this joke, though, is to make it as off the wall and offensive as you possibly can while you're telling it.

I know another joke where the purpose is to make it as long as you can. I had a friend tell me that one for half an hour, only hear the lousy, anti-climactic punchline.

An idot eh? HEHEH

not an idiot.. like an idiot... wait a min... damn you munku!

Idot = Idiot...you knew what I meant!

Thats it, I'm outta here.
I don't hafta take this anymore.
I am leaving.
Good-bye.
Seriously this time guys, I really am leaving.
Fine, bye.

From a New York Observer article about the Friar's Roast of Hugh Hefner a few years ago where Gilbert Gottfried told the Aristocrats joke:

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"A man--a talent agent is sitting in his office. A family walks in. A man, woman, two kids, their little dog, and the talent agent goes, 'What kind of an act do you do?'

"At the father's signal, Mr. Gottfried said, the family disrobes en masse. "The father starts fucking his wife," he said. "The wife starts jerking off the son. The son starts going down on the sister. The sister starts fingering the dog's asshole." Mr. Gottfried's voice was growing stronger. "Then the son starts blowing his father."

The Hilton's ballroom filled with the sounds of sudden exhalations. The comedians on the dais were bug-eyed with laughter and recognition. Some of the men had dropped to all fours.

Mr. Gottfried was beaming.

"Want me to start at the beginning?" he asked.

He kept going, turning the joke into an extended bacchanal of bodily fluids, excrement, bestiality and sexual deviance. Mr. Gottfried plumbed the darkest crevices he could find. He riffed and riffed until people in the audience were coughing and sputtering and sucking in great big gulps of air. Tears ran throughout the Hilton ballroom, as if Mr. Gottfried had performed a collective tracheotomy on the audience, delivering oxygen and laughter past the grief and ash that had blocked their passageways.

Then he brought it home.

"The talent agent says, 'Well, that's an interesting act. What do you call yourselves?'"

Mr. Gottfried threw up his hands. "And they go, 'The Aristocrats!'"

There was a sound in the room that went beyond laughter.

Mr. Gottfried had gone to "The Aristocrats," the comedy equivalent of the B-flat below high C that Leontyne Price had sung at Carnegie Hall on Sunday. "The Aristocrats" is one of the definitive inside jokes among comedians. It is so definitive that comic Paul Provenza and performance artist Penn Jillette are making a digital documentary about the joke. "Every comic makes it their own," Mr. Provenza said. "The set-up is the same and the punch line is the same," but the comic puts his or her "own stamp" on the material in between.

Mr. Gottfried had used it to save himself, but also to lift the crowd to another place.

A few minutes later, Alan King paid him a high compliment.

"Forgive me," he said. "I'm just still a little touched by that asshole Gottfried."
*****

Rofl