Killing Joke

I’ve got a couple of joke killers in my life. They shall remain nameless but their crimes must be documented. I don’t think they even do it on purpose, but they take those innocent jokes and wring their little necks.

Here’s a good example. I told person ‘A’ the joke below:

“What do Winnie the Pooh and Jack the Ripper have in common?"
"They have the same middle name”. Pause for laughter, thank you and goodnight.

Some weeks later, person ‘A’, rips out:

“What do Winnie the Pooh and Rip Van Winkle have in common?” Slaps forehead - staggers from room laughing.

That one is quite an old one, but recently, person ‘B’ committed the double crime of repeating the joke I had told him a week earlier, and getting it wrong.

The original:

“What’s E.T. short for?”
As the respondent is about to answer “I think it’s Extra Terrestrial” You interrupt with “It’s them tiny little legs innit?”

So person ‘B’ leans over the divide and asks me, “Why’s E.T. so short?” penny drops, snot flies out of nose.

Knock Knock
Who’s There?
Control Freak. Now you have to say Control Freak who for this joke to work, ok?