"Till Eulenspiegel" consists of a series of vignettes about a young man who roams through Germany and other countries having adventures, playing tricks on people and goofing off. It seems like the punchline of every single story has to do with Euelenspiegel defecating on or in something or someone. That's it. That's the book's running joke. I suppose if you were an illiterate German peasant sitting around a hearth fire in the 1500s, you'd find these tales of feces and bad puns hilarious, but I didn't. Dumb humor doesn't become entertaining just because it's old. Of course, since a good majority of modern Americans are probably less sophisticated than an illiterate German peasant from 400 years ago, perhaps Till Eulenspiegel is due for a comeback. Hollywood could cast Johnny Knoxville as this retarded crapped crusader, and he could crap all over American audiences, who will double over with laughter at every fart noise.