Three comedians are shooting the breeze at the back of a nightclub after a late gig. Theyve heard one anothers material so much, theyve reached the point where they dont need to say the jokes anymore to amuse each other they just need to refer to each joke by a number. "Number 37!" cracks the first comic, and the others break up. ""Number 53!" says the second guy, and they howl. Finally, its the third comics turn. "44!" he quips. He gets nothing. Crickets. "What?" he asks, "Isnt 44 funny?" "Sure, its usually hilarious," they answer. "But the way you tell it "