|Because yes, I will go there.
||[Sep. 27th, 2010|12:37 pm]
Actually, I own a vacation home there. |
"There" being the place where horrible, horrible things are said.
And in retrospect, this doesn't really sound all that funny -- but I do take pride in being able to top the horrible and double people over in laughter. Even if they are over-tired and a bit over-served.
The original joke, which I missed "How long does it take to microwave a baby?"
The punchline, "I'm actually not sure, I was masturbating."
Hey, I didn't make up the joke. I didn't even tell it. I missed it, but came in on the raucous groans/laughs, so the Teller gave me the opening line.
"How long does it take to microwave a baby?"
And I answered "Well, I dunno, how much does it weigh and are we talking bone-in or boneless?"
Sure, it isn't all that funny, unless of course, it's late, you're exhausted, and you're all crammed into a moldy tent. And then you and the other chef launch into an extended version, involved the merits of breading, egg washes and whether rolled and tied is better than butterflied. Leading someone else to posit that you're telling the Aristocrat version of the Dead Baby joke.