someone's in the kitchen with Dinah

I love the banjo. And I love banjo jokes even more. I think a the common love/ridicule relationship with banjos is like rating a pun: a pun's value is in inverse proportion to how bad it is.

My favorite story is about the Bluegrass guy who was playing a gig at the Hotel Utah and parked his car south of Market with his banjo in the back seat. When he got back to his car he discovered that someone had broken in and left four more banjos.

For your pssoble enjoyment: the Canonical List of Banjo Jokes.