Today I decided I would write something humorous.
Bad news, right?
trying to write humorous(ly) when you are writing about what is humorous
is like dropping your baggy pants
at a librarians’ convention.
that was funny.
Or was it?
By which I mean:
someone once wrote,
probably John Cleese,
or maybe it was Joe Biden?
that certain words are just funny.
Now that is a funny word.
Or take Hugendubbel.
A bookstore here in Gutenberg Land.
Huggendubbel is funny.
Much funnier than Foyles of London.
Well, maybe not.
Especially if you are thinking of the situation of pants dropping,
one of the classic routines
that has to be done just right.
a huge pair of droopy drawers dropped for a moment and whisked back up
usually gets a laugh.
I assume with a Speedo the dropper would have to work harder.
dropping it slowly,
to give an entire ring of outraged Keystone Cops
and old ladies with umbrellas
time to get into place to cover the action
as the Speedo-ed dropper is surrounded
and whisked off stage.
Then there was the case of the live model –
in a topless bathing suit –
on the Johnny Carson show years ago.
No one mentioned the live model was going to be a monkey.
And male at that.
My uncle stayed up until well after midnight waiting for that one.
And then, of course,
there are the dropped pants
Sorry old dear….pant…just out running….pant…what do you mean you are leaving me….pant.
Nothing compared to “Run For Your Wife,” but still.
And of course, there is the schtick where:
late at night
the woman is digging in her huge handbag,
looking for the house key.
The man impatiently pulls the bag away from her,
and starts rummaging.
A large book,
even better is a set of encyclopedias,
an umbrella, expandable if possible,
a large submarine sandwich,
to be pulled and pulled and pulled on
until it becomes a wash line
with an entire line of clothes
from dainty frillies,
to a summer hat,
with the ubiquitous vw beetle sized
no one really needs to hear the final words,
as the gentleman tips his straw boater and disappears:
from a safe distance,
so your mother lives with you?
This blog was inspired by the Speedo company
dropping an athlete.
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