There are two guys talking.
The first one says: “You know, the day I met you, I thought you were a c***. And every time we’ve met since I thought you were a c***. And it can’t just be me, because everyone who’s ever met you thinks you are a c***, and probably everyone who will ever meet you will think you’re a c***. In fact, you’ve got to be the second-biggest c*** in the world.”
The second guy thinks about this for a while.
“So the day you met me you thought I was a c***?”
“And every day since you’ve thought I was a . . .”
“And everyone I’ve ever met thinks I’m a . . .”
“You got it.”
“And everyone I will ever meet will think I’m a . . .”
“So how comes,” he says, triumphantly, “I’m only the second biggest c*** in the world?”
The first guy looks at him with total contempt. “Because you’re a c***,” he says.