Jan 132015
 

Yeah, it’s crass to laugh at your own jokes, but sometimes something meets your own tough standards of what you consider to be both funny and witty:

Aug 262014
 

Soooo, a principal in the central part of my Glorious Commonwealth of Pennsylvania but the kibosh on a production of Spamalot because of ‘homosexual themes’:

 

Fabulous!

Well, at least no one will have to push the pram a lot.

 

Personally, I’m amused by the idea that a principal was afraid that a musical might expose students to ‘gay’ ideas. Because if there’s one place a kid wouldn’t otherwise be exposed to anything gay in a small-town high school, that would be the place.

Why do I even have to explain this?

Aug 182014
 

Soooo, yesterday’s Daily Post asks us to recall a moment of hilarity. (Whoever came up with this prompt must be brilliant, btw.)

 

So, it was the summer of 1992 and my good roommate Chas (as opposed to our evil roommates J and R) headed out from Pittsburgh to go visit his family in Lebanon, PA.  It was a straight shot across the ol’ PA Turnpike, but whereas I thought it would only be taking 3 hours, it actually took closer to four as my sense of South-Central geography wasn’t quite where it is now.

Like any good road trip, we had music.  We were about 60 miles out and I was getting a little anxious as I actually thought we were much closer and I was giddy with getting out of town, actually getting to meet my buddy’s family and see his hometown, and just a-road trippin’ in general.Chas had one of his mix tapes (naturally; have an old person explain the idea to you, kids) in and we were passing the time singing when Steve Earle’s classic “Copperhead Road” came on.  Oh yeah, this was stuff.  We were in the groove, getting close, and I was already giddy, as I said.  And then…the big chorus and song bridge was about to hit.  Yes!  And so, I came in with the chorus, singing (blurting, really) out “YOU COULD THE WHISKEY BURNIN’ DOWN COPPERHEAD ROAD!!! ” – a full half-verse early.  Chas must have laughed for a good ten on twenty seconds straight. I have to hand it to him for managing not to wreck through his fit as it was quite heartfelt. I started laughing along a little, too and tried to play it off, but he held my feet to the fire and pointed out that I was ready, man.  It was hugely embarrassing, but it was funny, I had to admit. Oh well, at least there was just the two of us in the car at the time.

P.S. Thanks to fine folks at the Daily Post for using my idea.  I’m a little flattered, actually.