My father has a Yuk Yuk Box. What? Your dad doesn’t have one? Well, that is crazy talk, friend.

I love it when I try to pretend I am the perfectly normal one. It doesn’t last long. I mean, it only lasted four sentences in this blog.

The Yuk Yuk Box is a flat cardboard box with about a four inch lip all around. With black sharpey pen, on one short side, is written, “YUK YUK”. My father stores all of his practical joke material in this box. Plastic vomit, whoopie cushion, mustard container that sprays yellow yarn. If it is a practical joke, it is in that box.

I happened to bring up the Yuk Yuk Box during a family conversation one time. And my family is probably what you imagine a bunch of stand-up comedians are like when they get together. Everyone trying to outdo each other. So while we are taking the Yuk Yuk Box and running with it, my father slips off to places unknown. I notice this and have my lone theory of where he has gone. So I yell out, “Daaaaad???! Where are you?!”

And from the bowels of the house, my father responds, “I’m looking for the Yuk Yuk Box.”

After 15 minutes of fruitless searching, my father returns upstairs empty-handed. 

I questioned, “So Dad, did you find the Yuk Yuk Box?”

He responds, “No, no luck finding the Yuk Yuk Box.”

I reply, “That’s too bad. It will show up eventually.”

My dad replies, “Yeah, maybe. Well, at least I have the Ha Ha Folder.”

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And people think I am weird? Now you know where I get it from.

So what do you think the Ha Ha Folder includes?