A joke by Ingmar Bergman.

This is from the Mystery Science Theater, but call me a boor if I don't catch it.

OK two men on a shore.



And one, two ... keep counting buddy. Splash!

I'd say if you're out of wood, you're almost out of here.

Must be one of those post-modernist jokes.

Ha, ha, ha ... so funny.

Don't catch the punchline, but those robots are sooo funny!

a reply to: halfoldman

Lol I get a heavy German dialect in here hahaha.

I think it is a duality joke. The bird to the right is counting the slits (nothingness) and the bird that had the idea, counts the boards (something).

One can not be without the others. You need slits for there to be single boards and you need single boards for there to be slits.

In a queer reading.

Bro, i like you, but let's rather count the slits.

No bad breath in the morning.

Fisherman's friend.

a reply to: halfoldman

If they are too strong, you are too weak. There was this fake Mentos advertisement, are you punning on that

When your out of slits your out of pier ,,, a play on an old beer commercial when your out o Schlitz your out of beer ..

a reply to: diggerdog

Ahh!! I love jokes that only work when you can speak the correct languages. I discovered that a few days ago.

What comes in between fear and sex?
Fünf.

Mom's like - you gonna be OK?

Gonna get my hair done and all.
I'm like "Go already".
I'm so happy to be at home.
No gym, no pain.
Just keep everything still for a day.

Teenage crime wave,

Just a teenage crime wave:

Take the high ground ...

No I'm fine, me and the crocodile (ingwenya) just gonna cuddle and say good night.

No offense, but considering your wife, I think the crocodile is the lesser of two evils.

If you wanna be my lover - you've got to get with the crocodile.

And I wonder, why am I still single?

You won't believe it, my mum and dad having their fifty-first wedding anniversary!

Long may they live!

The OP clip is actually profoundly logical.

If one person counts the boards, and the other person counts the slits, then the person counting the slits will run out of pier.

There's water at the bottom, it must be another slit - splash!

Reminds me of certain training repetitions best to be avoided, because after a certain amount of repetitions the focus becomes automatic. And it might not be the right focus.

For example, this guy practiced with his wife every night how he would snatch a hijacker's gun, and then he would hand it back to his wife to try again.

So when he was finally in a hijacking situation in a convenience store, he grabbed the hijacker's gun, and then automatically gave it back to the attacker.
This incident is actually recounted in On Combat by Lt. Col. Dave Grossman (PPCT Research Publications: 2004. Page 72).

Vat? Ulli fell in zere?

Vat a pity.

My buddy Martin and all ze fishes, and Greta go in zere.

What, Greta goes in "zere"?

No, she goes in a bucket, but ze contents of ze bucket goes in zere.

Oh dear., sorry to hear that.

Unfortunately, you know it is proven: "You run out of splits, you run out of pier".

"Ja. it's true".

Is it an absurdist or existentialist joke?

Beckett's Waiting for Godot with robots?

Quite possibly.