The Joke Machine

This show was class. Not good. Not bad. Not even great. It was class. Now I remember being a little itty bitty boy getting ready for school in a morning. I distinctly remember turning on my telly, turning the channel to CBBC and what do I see? The Joke Machine. I remember thinking to myself "Joke Machine? More like No-ke Machine!" (I was very naive). Despite my first impressions, I continued to watch, transfixed and mesmerised by the charisma and raw charm of the Joke Master. The more the show went on, the more my love for it grew. "This show is hilarious!" I said to my father who proceeded to beat me senselessly (don't think he got the show). I also remember them involving schools in the show and wishing that I could come on it. And whilst that never happened, I still have a space in my heart for The Joke Machine. 10/10.

My wife was about to leave me until an episode of The Joke Machine, I realised right there and then I had to be epic funny to stay in my marriage. Jarred Christmas saved my marriage and as result, when I die, he will get all my money, as well as my house.