I told my wife I was bitten by a wolf… “Where?”, she asked… “No, it was a regular wolf.”, I told her…
Why It’s Funny
This joke works because it relies on a clever play on words where the wife’s question is misinterpreted as being about location rather than the type of wolf. It’s that classic dad move of taking a simple inquiry and turning it into an absurd misunderstanding just to get a groan.
