Last Christmas, I got no respect. In my stocking I got an Odor-Eater.

This line is a typical Rodney Dangerfield one-liner from his long-running “I don’t get no respect” stand-up persona, developed in nightclubs and later popularized through television appearances and comedy albums in the 1970s–1980s. Dangerfield frequently framed jokes as brief anecdotes about being slighted by family or society, using holidays and gift-giving as an instantly recognizable setup. The “Odor-Eater” (a foot-odor product) functions as a deliberately humiliating stocking stuffer, fitting his comic theme that even at Christmas he receives insulting, low-status treatment rather than affection or prestige.

The joke compresses Dangerfield’s signature theme—chronic disrespect—into a single domestic image. Christmas stockings conventionally contain small treats or thoughtful gifts; receiving an Odor-Eater implies not only a cheap present but also an accusation that he smells, turning a moment of warmth into embarrassment. The humor comes from incongruity (a festive tradition vs. a deodorizing product) and from self-deprecation that invites the audience to laugh at the speaker’s misfortune while recognizing the exaggeration. It also showcases Dangerfield’s rhythm: a blunt complaint (“no respect”) followed by a sharp, specific punchline.