If you are familiar with Ray Wylie Hubbard’s Snake Farm, you know the song I have periodically become obsessed with over the past year or two. Will and I often make up alternate lyrics to songs, and this one has gotten reworked to explore the Jake Farm, where Jake from State Farm has been cloned many times over.
Talking about nasty places, I had a dream about a place called Revenge Camp. There were inflatable people to throw in a lake; heads made from melons and pumpkins to split open or burn. This one time, at Revenge Camp…
I have a love/hate relationship with holiday baking competitions, so came up with this: The Fa La La La Blah Food Poisoning Challenge! Who will make it through? The morbidly obese woman from the Deep South, the frail oldster, or the obviously HIV-super positive middle aged man (because all judging panels are made up of these demographics). Watch as judges give bakers way too little time to safely prepare a pie crust and then complain about how doughy it is. Thrill at the excitement as judges turn Grinch-worthy green after eating a dessert with the featured ingredient supplied by our sponsor (ConAgra). You will come away from this challenge knowing just why nobody likes Sara Lee! (uh, you’re saying it wrong) No I am not.
Tee shirt idea: A picture of a few homing pigeons “I’m just hanging with my homings”
If someone calls you a naval gazer, they are just saying it looks like you do Pilates
On a more serious note… just remember that the worst joke that you tell might be someone else’s best joke. But that shouldn’t make you feel good. That should make you feel kind of sad.
I'm reposting your last line about your worst joke being someone's best joke on Facebook. It's just too funny.
Hahahahaha!