Comedy of Errors
My questionnable quick wit sometimes gets me in trouble. Since my early teens, my mind has looked at life situations in two ways, the normal way, and the humorous way. I fell in love with adult limericks and puns the moment I first discovered them and realized the average person could come up with them.
As I became older, I discovered more and more subjects of adult humor, and at times, a quick quip or smart remark left my lips before my inner censor could stop it.
One of the earliest potentially troublesome jokes came about when we were playing Trivial Pursuit for the first, and only time, as it turned out. While I am good at some games, I discovered I was not good at Trivial Pursuit. It always seemed the others got the easy questions, while I got ones that no one could answer.
The smark remark that should never have happened, happened as a result of the question, "What was the name of the practical joker, who waved Richard Nixon's campaign train past its stop in San Francisco?"
What the hell kind of a question was that, and who might have even a clue as to the correct answer? And the answer was, "Dick Tuck!" "Dick Tuck," I commented, "Sounds like a plastic surgery procedure." Of course, we were playing the game with a couple of my wife's teacher friends, who were the pillars of their church. I managed to get away with it only because they ignored me or did not understand me. Just lucky, I guess.
My wife recently reminded me of another foot-in-the-mouth situation I managed to squeek through, only because her teacher friends ignored me or were too embarassed comment. We were at the annual Christmas party for the teachers at her school. The conversation before dinner involved several different subjects, and one of them was our different allergies. One teacher commented that she hated to get certain magazines because the Scratch And Sniff perfume sample cards inside the magazines, caused her to sneeze and cough.
I think my return comment would never had left my lips if I had just taken the time to run it by my internal censor. I said, "I wonder if a smelly card like that was in Playboy Magazine, it would be called Snatch And Sniff."
As I became older, I discovered more and more subjects of adult humor, and at times, a quick quip or smart remark left my lips before my inner censor could stop it.
One of the earliest potentially troublesome jokes came about when we were playing Trivial Pursuit for the first, and only time, as it turned out. While I am good at some games, I discovered I was not good at Trivial Pursuit. It always seemed the others got the easy questions, while I got ones that no one could answer.
The smark remark that should never have happened, happened as a result of the question, "What was the name of the practical joker, who waved Richard Nixon's campaign train past its stop in San Francisco?"
What the hell kind of a question was that, and who might have even a clue as to the correct answer? And the answer was, "Dick Tuck!" "Dick Tuck," I commented, "Sounds like a plastic surgery procedure." Of course, we were playing the game with a couple of my wife's teacher friends, who were the pillars of their church. I managed to get away with it only because they ignored me or did not understand me. Just lucky, I guess.
My wife recently reminded me of another foot-in-the-mouth situation I managed to squeek through, only because her teacher friends ignored me or were too embarassed comment. We were at the annual Christmas party for the teachers at her school. The conversation before dinner involved several different subjects, and one of them was our different allergies. One teacher commented that she hated to get certain magazines because the Scratch And Sniff perfume sample cards inside the magazines, caused her to sneeze and cough.
I think my return comment would never had left my lips if I had just taken the time to run it by my internal censor. I said, "I wonder if a smelly card like that was in Playboy Magazine, it would be called Snatch And Sniff."
posted by The Joker at 5:05 PM
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