"It's weird, I never wish anything bad upon anybody, except two or three old girlfriends"
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Carrot Top’s line lands because it pretends to be a moral flex, then immediately undercuts itself with a petty exception. “I never wish anything bad upon anybody” is the kind of wholesome, quasi-spiritual disclaimer comics use to sound evolved. The punch is that the halo is clearly rented: “except two or three old girlfriends” turns kindness into a performance and revenge into a punchline. The specificity of “two or three” does a lot of work. “Two” might feel like a targeted grievance; “two or three” suggests the speaker can’t even be bothered to keep the resentment neatly accounted for, which makes the bitterness feel both more casual and more believable.
The subtext is familiar stand-up anthropology: breakups don’t just bruise the ego, they rewrite your ethics. He’s not confessing to villainy so much as admitting that magnanimity has limits, especially where romantic history is concerned. That’s relatable, but also self-incriminating in a way that invites the audience to laugh at him rather than with him. He’s offering himself as the flawed adult who wants to be big, but isn’t.
Context matters: this is classic late-20th-century club comic wiring, built for quick recognition and minimal vulnerability. Instead of unpacking why those relationships went bad, he converts the lingering mess into a safe, socially acceptable sin: wishing vaguely “bad” things. The joke doesn’t demand your sympathy; it buys your complicity with the small, ugly feelings everyone’s had and no one wants to headline.
The subtext is familiar stand-up anthropology: breakups don’t just bruise the ego, they rewrite your ethics. He’s not confessing to villainy so much as admitting that magnanimity has limits, especially where romantic history is concerned. That’s relatable, but also self-incriminating in a way that invites the audience to laugh at him rather than with him. He’s offering himself as the flawed adult who wants to be big, but isn’t.
Context matters: this is classic late-20th-century club comic wiring, built for quick recognition and minimal vulnerability. Instead of unpacking why those relationships went bad, he converts the lingering mess into a safe, socially acceptable sin: wishing vaguely “bad” things. The joke doesn’t demand your sympathy; it buys your complicity with the small, ugly feelings everyone’s had and no one wants to headline.
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