It's okay to like Laurel & Hardy better than the Stooges, Jimmie... it's almost a toss-up for me between them, the Stooges, and Buster Keaton (with the Marx Brothers, W.C. Fields, and Harold Lloyd just half a notch below).
You're getting into a vague area here— comedy theory, or, what makes people laugh, anyway? It's extremely subjective, and has to do with one's basic world-view, I think. Me, I think of this life as being uncertain and hazardous in the extreme, so I like slapstick at
its most extreme physically. "They Stooge To Conga" is near the top of my list of favorite Stooges shorts, along with "False Alarms" and "Goof on the Roof." I also like Keaton because he seems to have been borderline
nuts, doing those literally death-defying stunts of his without using a stunt double. One of the reasons his career went downhill after 1929 is because when he signed with MGM, they wouldn't let him do his own stunts any more, for insurance reasons; obviously, that took a lot of the wind out of his sails.
Then there are the MGM Tex Avery cartoons, which I absolutely
howl at (the best ones, anyway), but I don't suppose that something like "What's Buzzin' Buzzard?" is going to be to everybody's taste. Reportedly, Fred Quimby, MGM's cartoon producer, couldn't watch it without getting nauseous. I wouldn't recommend showing it to your vacation Bible school kids (or any of the "Red Hot Riding Hoods," either). But what is it about, really? "Nature red in tooth and claw;" animals need to eat, that's all. That's the whole premise of the cartoon.
All the way at the other end of the scale for me is "talky" comedy. When I was a kid back in the 70's and living at home, my mother's two favorite TV sitcoms were the Mary Tyler Moore and Bob Newhart shows. I couldn't stand either one of those shows; they were just a lot of
yack-yack-yack to me, but of course today many people consider them to be classic television. Maybe if Mary had pied Rhoda once in a while, or squirted Mr. Grant with a bottle of seltzer when he gave her a hard time...
My mother didn't like it that I referred to them as "Bob Heartburn" and "Mary Tyler Bore," either.