So Ben Tilly and I were walking along, heading to the DoubleTree lounge, when we stumbled across Clive, bassplayer, and another gentleman whose name I did not catch. They convinced us to hit a dive bar instead instead of the DoubleTree.
While at the dive bar, we decided to go the unusual route of getting completely blotto. Somehow the subject of bad jokes came up and both Ben and Clive swore they knew the worst joke. I told Clive that I was willing to bet that Ben had the worst. That's when Clive told me he would tell his bad joke first and then I could decide whether or not I wanted to make the bet. I said "yes."
Clive whispered a very short joke to me.
I immediately declared Clive the winner.
I have some good friends with whom I'm willing to share it, but that's about it. I suspect Ben will never repeat the joke (I told it to him), but somehow, the conversation devolved to the point of naming various people to whom we would never tell the joke. If you corner Clive somewhere, ask him to tell you the worst joke that he knows. I'm willing to bet you'll not repeat it sober, unless, of course, you're Clive.
Ben, unfortunately, has told some folks that I was willing to pay good money to see their reactions upon hearing it. I, however, was very, very drunk when I said this (no, I wasn't driving), but I'm still quite embarrassed.
(As a side note, despite the suggestion of scandalous humor, the joke is quite appropriate if you have the right audience. It's not some horribly racist or sexist humor.)
And no, I still am not going to repeat it.