Well, Bill, my husband loves an African series which he accesses on his laptop called 'Moussa le Malhonnete'. It appears to be about a man with an enormous, grotesque hernia (actually a football) under his baggy African trousers, who beats his wife and causes trouble in the village by suspecting other men of adultery with his wife. My husband laughs like a drain at all this. The actor who plays Moussa is actually a real hunchback into the bargain. It's knockabout slapstick stuff. The more screaming, abusive women come out of their huts to shout at Moussa, the more my husband laughs. I don't get it really, but it's funny to see him roaring his head off. He doesn't 'get' puns, verbal jokes or wordplay. He now finds some teasing funny as he's learned my ways after all these years, but it's heavy-going I can tell you! He has a bit of a pot belly now, and I ask him when the twins will be born. He giggles at that, but at first, he replied, "Men can't have babies, you know. How can this be twins?" Talk about comedians 'dying the death!'
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