Corn

My subconscious popped up a punchline this morning for a terrible, corny, shaggy-dog-story kind of a joke, which would probably involve a clumsy journalist interviewing Lionel Richie over breakfast at Lionel's hotel; the set-up would feature the accidental flicking of toast-related preserves onto Lionel's clothing, between two and four times. Clearly the punchline would involve the words "But Lionel, you're once, twice, three times marmaladey".

Ouch.