A Few of My Least Favorite Things

The only thing I have in common with cats.
The only thing I have in common with cats.

I find some things annoying. Cats, for one, but I won’t go into detail on that issue. Cats wearing clothes, I find that very annoying. Cats on calendars. I’ve never been on a calendar and I find it very annoying that cats have that achievement. Just like I’m annoyed that monkeys have been shot into space and I haven’t. But I won’t discuss those two things. There’s actually only four that I want to share with you, and maybe you’ll find them as annoying as I. Maybe all you’ll find annoying is this Hub. If that’s the case, then I did my job. I made you feel something. I always try to make people laugh, cry, love, hate, throw up, and dance, and if I can get all of these reactions simultaneously, then I’ll consider this Hub a success. That being said, I battled the English language in order to explain why I find these four things annoying, and here is the bloodbath.

It's annoying how cute this cat is.
It's annoying how cute this cat is.


Is there anything dumber than a knock-knock joke? I don’t like them. Maybe because I take them too literally. Plus, I fail to see the relevance of asking someone who’s there when you’re staring right at them. If I do ask who’s there, just to humor you, please tell the truth. Don’t say gorilla. I know you’re not a gorilla. You must think I’m stupid. And I’m not going to ask, “Gorilla who?” because that question doesn’t make any sense. But if I do ask, you reply with, “Gorilla me a cheese sandwich.” For real? That’s bad grammar. You’re using gorilla as a verb. There’s certain occasions when that’s appropriate, like when you say you’re going to deck someone, but that’s one of those words that have two meanings. I don’t think the word gorilla has two meanings. You might argue that it means to grill. For real? No, it doesn’t. You don’t hear guys saying they like gorilla steaks. People would think it means they like to eat gorillas. Did you know that the Latin name for gorillas is Gorilla gorilla? Of course not, you’re too busy telling knock-knock jokes about them. Reference a topic before you decide to use it in a sentence. And fix your own bloody sandwich. Maybe it’s guerilla me a cheese sandwich, and not gorilla me one. I don’t care which it is, they’re both being used out of context. Next time someone uses a knock-knock joke on me, I’m not going to say anything. I’ll pretend that I’m not home and they’ll eventually go away. Maybe they’ll learn in time to stop knocking on my metaphorical door. Oh my God, do you know what would be worse than a knock-knock joke? A knock-knock joke mixed with a cliché. As in, knock-knock. Who’s there? A snake. Uh-uh, if it was a snake, it would have bit me. Oh my God, I would want to punch you in the eyes.

Gorillas don't have a sense of humor.
Gorillas don't have a sense of humor.

Here’s some knock-knock jokes that I came up with. In no way, shape, or form does this mean that I approve of their usage. And any similarities between jokes, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Knock-knock. "Who’s there?" Scooby. "Scooby who?" No, Scooby Doo.

Knock-knock. "Who’s there?" Spank. "Spank who?" Me! Ha-ha!

Knock-knock. "Who’s there?" Knock-knock. "Who’s there, damn it?"

Knock-knock. "Who’s there?" I am. "I am who?" I don’t know who you are, I just wanted to see if you’d buy some magazines.

Knock-knock. "Who’s there?" Police. "Police who?" Police! Quit screwing around and open the door!

Knock-knock. "Who’s there?" A pervert. "A pervert who?" A pervert who’s going to molest you, that’s who.

Knock-knock. "Who’s there?" *no answer* "Is there somebody there?" *silence* "You’re freaking me out…" *scratching at the door* "Oh my God, who’s there!?!"

Knock-knock. "Who’s there?" Your boyfriend! "My boyfriend who?" What, it’s your boyfriend, Alex. How many boyfriends do you have?!

Knock-knock. "Who’s there?" Did you order a pizza? "Did you order a pizza who?" Uh, did you order a pizza, sir?

Knock-knock. "Who’s there?" IRS. "Damn it!"

Knock-knock. "Come in, the door’s open." Uh, knock-knock… "Didn’t you hear what I just said?"

Knock-knock. "Who’s there?" Gorilla. "You don’t sound like a gorilla…"

Knock-knock. "I’m not interested."

Knock-knock. "Go to hell."

Knock-knock. "Who's there?" Your roommate. I forgot my keys, let me in.
Knock-knock. "Who's there?" Your roommate. I forgot my keys, let me in.


Every time someone says that to me, I just stand there and stare at them. My face may be expressionless, but my mind is seething. Why the hell would you say that to me? What’s the bloody point? All I know now is that there’s something you wanted to tell me, but I don’t know what it was. And neither do you, so neither of us will ever know. And there’s always a slightly awkward pause after the person says that, and both parties drop their eyes and start glancing around, as if there’s somewhere else they’d rather be. If you forget something that you wanted to say, just let it go, for Pope’s sake. Don’t bring up the fact that you forgot. That information does nothing for me. All it does is leave me wondering what the devil you wanted to tell me. Was it something nice? Was it a compliment? Was it an insult? Were you going to tell me that these pants make my butt look big? Maybe when someone says, “I was going to tell you something, but I forgot what it was,” it’s them remembering the cliché that’s been hammered into us all from childhood. If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all. So that immediately makes me think they wanted to insult me, but then chose not to at the last second. Fine. Dandy. But don’t point out you were thinking about insulting me. I don’t need to hear that. I’d rather hear the insult, to be honest. At least then I’d know where we stand in our relationship. Maybe they wanted to tell me a knock-knock joke. If that’s the case, then God bless them for choosing not to. Maybe some people say this and honestly have nothing to say to whoever they tell it to. Maybe they say it as a joke or prank. Even if they don’t mean it as a prank and they just honestly forgot, I still take it as bullyrag. When I’m on my death bed, I hope that person is there, standing beside me. A few seconds before I’m about to die, I’ll motion for them to come closer. As they’re leaning over me, their ear above my mouth, I’ll whisper, “I was going to tell you something, but I forgot what it was…” And then I’ll pass on into the next world, where people say what they mean and don’t bother telling me when they forget what they wanted to tell me.

Knock-knock. “Who’s there?” I was going to tell you something, but I forgot what it was…

The amnesia rose.  What you get your wife when you forget your anniversary.
The amnesia rose. What you get your wife when you forget your anniversary.


Here’s the situation. I just asked you to hand me something, maybe it was a screwdriver, and you said, “You forgot the secret word.” As if you’re a password protected robot or an attack dog that needs certain code words to do something. First off, it’s not a secret word, because everyone knows what it is. Second, the longer you stand there and stare at me, waiting for me to say this secret word, the more frustrated I become. I wanted to use the screwdriver to open the back of my TV remote so I can change the batteries, but now I’m considering using that screwdriver on you. And then begins the staring contest. Neither of us wants to back down. I might use words such as now, or pronto, or stat, or even throw in peas, just to see if you’ll mistake it for the word you’re looking for, but none of these are the word you want to hear. I know that. I’m just trying to make you feel as frustrated as me. We continue to stare at each other, as if our eyes are magnifying glasses being used to fry a helpless ant with a concentrated beam of sunlight. Each of us waiting for the other to burst into flames. I know you want to hear please, so I finally use the word. “It would please me,” I say, emphasizing the word you wanted to hear. But that’s not how you wanted the word used. It just makes you more frustrated. Which makes me more frustrated, because now five minutes has gone by and I still don’t have that bloody screwdriver. Sure, I could get up and go get it, myself, but that’s not the point. The point is winning this little war that we’ve started. To hell with changing the channel. I don’t need to watch TV. On a side note, I think the phrase, “You forgot the secret word,” actually came from the TV show that was hosted by Groucho Marx. You Bet Your Life or something, I forget what it was called. People would say the secret word and win a cash prize. And the secret word was never please, so I’m not sure where the connection is. So I’m not going to say the secret word. Not unless there’s a cash prize in it for me. Does that sound like I want to be paid to be polite? That’s not what I meant to say, but yes, that’s exactly right. If I had a dime for every time I said please, I’d have enough money to buy a robot that would do everything I asked it to do, and I would never have to use the secret word on it. That’d be money well invested. “Get me a screwdriver, robot.” The robot gets me a screwdriver. “Not tell me that you love me, robot.” The robot says that it loves me. “Say it like you mean it, robot.” The robot sits on my lap, brushes my hair over my ear, and whispers, “I love you.” Now tell me you don’t want your own robot.

I wish a Terminator would bring me flowers from the future.
I wish a Terminator would bring me flowers from the future.


Oh my God, who bloody cares? Why is this such a big deal? I’m grieving from a recent death in the family, so I ask a friend to say something to get my mind off things, and they ask, “Why did the chicken cross the road?” My uncle was just run over by a semi truck and this is what they come up with? How insensitive. But never mind that. I just want to know why this chicken is so popular. You know how many people can name the first woman elected to congress? I can’t even do that, but I sure as hell know everything about that stupid chicken. Except why it crossed the road. I guess that’s the question that’s on everyone’s mind. Forget will I be able to pay my rent on time. This is the question everyone’s thinking about. Why did the chicken cross the road? I wish Plato and Aristotle were still alive. I’d like to throw that question their way and see what they come up with. They’d probably roll over in their grave if they knew that the biggest question of the twentieth and twenty-first century was about a chicken. We should be asking questions about life. About what happens after we die. Questions about space and if we’re actually alone in the universe. We need to figure these things out, but how the hell can we do that if we can’t even figure out a chicken’s intentions for crossing the road? But maybe the answer isn’t what’s important. Maybe it’s the question, itself. Maybe this stupid question sums up life just perfectly. As in, why do we do these things? Do we even have a reason? Why do we cross these metaphorical roads? To get to the other side? But is the grass greener over there? Why aren’t we content with what we have? Maybe these are all questions hidden inside the one about the chicken. I’d like to think so, but I’m not sure that’s the case. “Why did the chicken cross the road” just might be the most important question ever. Maybe we’re just approaching it the wrong way. We’re hung on the chicken. What, a chicken? I like chickens. You want to know why it crossed the road? Huh, that’s a good question. IT’S NOT ABOUT THE CHICKEN. It’s about you. It’s about all of us. It’s the raison d'ê·tre. The meaning of life. Why the hell do we do the things we do?

Knock-knock. “Who’s there?” A chicken. “A chicken who?” A chicken who crossed the road and didn’t give a damn reason why.

Don't you even think about it.
Don't you even think about it.

Who even came up with that question? A farmer sitting on a tractor, watching a chicken streak across the yard and then across the road and disappear into a corn field. He sat there for a moment, then wondered out loud, “Why did that chicken cross the road?” He became obsessed with it. He asked everyone. But they didn’t know the chicken and they hadn’t been there to witness the road crossing, so they all just assumed the man was crazy. But maybe he was on to something. His wife eventually left him and he spent his time in an empty house, scrawling that question on the walls with his fingernails, constructing chickens out of his mashed potatoes, then putting the mashed potatoes on his feet and packing it between his toes. He walked around muttering, not able to get his mind off that cursed chicken. He lost weight, refused to bathe, and let his hair and beard grow out to unacceptable lengths. Until one day he looked in a mirror and came to a realization. He was the chicken. They were the same. And then he died and he died alone. This story is so depressing. And yet everyone turned the question about the chicken into a joke, as if it’s a laughing matter. It was their way of mocking the farmer. Hey, Bill, why’d the chicken cross the road? Probably to get to the other side. Ha-ha-ha-ha. They didn’t get it. And neither did I, at first, but now I think I do. I have to become the chicken. I have to cross the road and get to the other side of this twisted joke of a world, and not give a damn about what people might think. I need to make the change. I need to save my own life. And maybe, just maybe, someone will see my actions and become inspired to become their own chicken and cross their own road. Because there’s nothing wrong with the world. It’s just how we perceive it. The road runs straight down the middle of our mind and we have to cross over to the other side. The sunny side of life. Don’t try to change the world. Just try and change your mind.

I’ve said what I’ve come to say, so I’ll shut up. God speed, good luck, and bon voyage. Pardon my French. And pardon this last knock-knock joke.

Knock-knock. "Who’s there?" Who’s there who? "Who’s there who who?" Who’s there who who who? "What? You’re not making any sense..."

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thestickypickle 6 years ago

loved it :)

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Sarah Masson 6 years ago from Melbourne, Australia

haha this is great! Very funny :)

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Jaymeyaroch 6 years ago from Somewhere between today and yesterday.

I haven't laughed that hard since the last time I read one of your posts. I called over everyone in my office to read it. I emailed it to people. I called my mother and told her how to use the internet so she could read it.

And then... and then... everyone told knock-knock jokes for the rest of the day. At least I could think about my favorite part. The alligator trying to get into the house, and the caption. I fell out of my chair I was laughing so hard.

I love your sense of humor! I hope you keep posting more excellent material!

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What Is Q 6 years ago from Tennessee Author

First off, thanks to everyone for the comments. Second... Jay, lol. Thanks for making your mother read it. And I'm sorry everyone started telling knock-knock jokes. I hope it wasn't too unbearable. Thanks for reading, laughing, and sharing!

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Erik S. 6 years ago

I gotta get inside the chicken?

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What Is Q 6 years ago from Tennessee Author

No, not literally, Erik. Lol. You crack me up.

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mandyf 6 years ago

"knock knock"

whos there?


allison who?

allison to the radio! (I listen to the radio)

hehehe JK

I have kids so I know all about the annoyance of knock knock jokes.... Great hub!

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What Is Q 6 years ago from Tennessee Author

Ha! I was hoping someone would comment with a knock-knock joke. Thanks a bunch, Mandy. :P Really cool. I find the joke annoying, but not the comment. lol. Thanks for stopping by.

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barbergirl28 5 years ago from Hemet, Ca

Why did the chicken cross the road... because it wanted to get away from the Knock Knock joke who even though the chicken asked him to stop with the stupid jokes, it wouldn't do it unless they used the magic word, which the chicken kindly responded with now, stat and peas but the Knock knock joke just wouldn't stop until finally the chicken just crossed the road and the knock knock joke yelled across... but then suddenly stopped and said "Nevermind, I was gonna tell you something but I forgot what it was!

Ha ha - yep - I hate those things too! ;)

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What Is Q 5 years ago from Tennessee Author

Barbergirl, that's the best knock knock joke I've ever heard, and the best reason for why the chicken crossed the road, all in one. I often consider throwing myself into traffic to get away from knock knock jokes. I used to get excited when I found someone with common interests, but now I prefer to find someone with common disinterests, so I'm glad we have a common dislike for these things. ;)

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barbergirl28 5 years ago from Hemet, Ca

I would consider throwing the chicken into traffic before throwing yourself into traffic, although there might be a law against that! However, maybe if we are lucky, the Knock Knock Jock will follow and we will finally be able to be done with the bad jokes. Although, without bad jokes and being able to find common disinterests what would this world come to! LOL

By the way... you seem to be very busy commenting back... are you getting any work done ;)

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What Is Q 5 years ago from Tennessee Author

Yeah, people frown upon animal cruelty and no one wants a chicken tossed at their windshield. I'm not sure if jokes can be killed, but if there is a place where jokes go to die, I guess it would be here. lol. I'm trying to picture a world free of hate and dislikes and disinterests. Everything's green and everyone's holding hands and singing. It's horrible.

And I'm not getting any work done at all. ;)

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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

I swear you've been eve's dropping at my dinner table. My eight-year-old is a plethora of knock- knocks and chicken jokes. She actually told me a good chicken one... but I can't remember what it was. My five-year-old is hilarious, but not because he knows any jokes, because he is so not funny, "knock-knock, who's there, apple, apple who, apples aren't bananas.... get it?" But its so pathetic you laugh. So he thinks he's funny so makes up another. From now on I'm gonna say "come on in, the door is open!" That'll shut the little buggers up.

p.s. nobody should say "what's the magic word" unless they are speaking to a five year old that just demanded another piece of chicken.

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What Is Q 5 years ago from Tennessee Author

Randy Behavior, I wish I had been listening in to your conversations around the dinner table. Your 5 year old sounds awesome. I'm going to try that joke on someone. Reminds me of another joke that my friends would tell.

What'd the pig say when the cow jumped over it?

Must be summer.

Is it supposed to be funny? No, but then whoever knows what the joke is starts to laugh, while the person who was just told the joke stands there with a confused expression. The joke isn't a joke. The joke is them laughing at nothing and seeing if you join in with your own fake laughter, and then they're just laughing at you. Cruel, I know.

And I agree with you. What's the magic/secret word shouldn't be used in grown up circles, but I hear it a lot, actually.

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Jeannieinabottle 5 years ago from Baltimore, MD

Awesome hub! I laughed, I cried, I loved, I hated, I threw up, and then I danced. I did slip in the throw up while I danced, so that was kind of a problem, but then I laughed again. Good stuff!

jeff 5 years ago

part of one of your knock knock jokes was part of a bit i've been looking for. micheal mckean was on some short lived show called 'my talk show' which i think lasted just a few episodes. anyway, he says, 'death comes to my door.' 'knock, knock', 'who's there?'...'no answer'. the way he delivered the line was just hilarious. i've never forgotten it. that was probably 20-25 years ago

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What Is Q 5 years ago from Tennessee Author

Jeannie- Awesome. That's the exact reaction I was going for.

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RealHousewife 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO

Q - hilarious! My 9 year old loved it too - now she is memorizing the jokes to tell at school.

She's going to be suspended isn't she?

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What Is Q 5 years ago from Tennessee Author

Realhousewife- I'm not sure. I'd hope so, but you never know with schools these days. I don't think you can tell jokes about Scooby Doo and get away with it. If you can, it's a sad, sad world.

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RealHousewife 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO

True! I forgot this is a totally P.G. Hub:-)! She looked at all the photos and especially loved the cat posed with remote and beer. It looks just like Mia! Only white!

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What Is Q 5 years ago from Tennessee Author

RealHousewife- I love that picture, too. But that cat's annoying, because he hogs the remote and won't let me watch my favorite shows. And he beats me. :( But only when he's liquored up.

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RealHousewife 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO

I think you should take the cat in for some couples counseling! Dam Kats! Mine - ignores me and sleeps in my closet by day - cats 'round the hood by night - she's a REAL HO;)!

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What Is Q 5 years ago from Tennessee Author

Your cat stands on the street corner, huh? I'm imagining a black leather kitty outfit. Now I'm imagining how the cat would react to dangling things. Now I'm wondering why I'm imagining all this. I guess prostitution isn't illegal for animals.

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RealHousewife 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO

Nope ya just gotta get em fixed:)! Lol Q!

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Silent Sinner 5 years ago

Love ,Love ,Love ,Love ,Love your humor !!!!!!!!!!

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Ciel Clark 4 years ago from USA

! I think you may have revived a whole new flurry of the knock-knocks- Just shared this on TW even though I know I am just adding to the problem.

Voted. And very funny

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pearlmacb 4 years ago from Switzerland

absolutely hilarious! laughed so hard, made my evening! arrgg I too find knock-knockJokes annoying, its banned in my home- timeout for bad jokes, reward for wittiness! Im living in a german/french speaking nation..I wonder if these jokes exit here?

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What Is Q 4 years ago from Tennessee Author

@pearlmacb- Thank you for banning knock-knock jokes in your home. I think the government should pass a bill against them. If these jokes don't exist where you live, please let me know if there are any apartments available.

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