Let You Entertain Me

Apparently I’m shivering and comatose and feeling less than my usual high-voltage self because I’m “overtrained”, according to my trusty and trusted advisor. It seems that five gym workouts a week plus three to four Pilates sessions a week is a lot. Who knew?
I have been advised to get under blankets and watch really bad TV. That’s where I will be, and that’s what I’ll be doing.
So would you please entertain me? Tell me a joke. Something stupid. Tell me why the chicken crossed the road. Or knock me out with a particularly hilarious knock-knock joke. Or tell me about the priest and the rabbi. Whatever.
Do not send in the clowns, though, no matter what.
Thank you.