We're like the Picasso of humor: "a masterpiece of awkward, angular proportions".
Our humor is like a fine wine: it's a acquired taste, but once you acquire it, you'll be hooked.
But let's be real, we're not that funny. Our jokes are like the punchline of a joke that nobody laughs at: "Why did the chicken cross the road?" "Because it's a question, not a punchline."