When I set out to host Coffee Talk weekly, I had planned for it to be a structured, substantive discussion of pertinent, compelling topics, to fill the void I have for intelligent, intellectual conversation.
I planned a theme for each of the coming months, and scoured news sites for thoughtful or irksome pieces to offer up for debate. The month of February was supposed to be "Ethics." March was devoted to "Infertility in World Religion," for which I had been preparing comparative pieces for our edification and erudition.
I had planned a discussion today on the ethics of blogging, but I just feel so drained that I can't moderate it.
Instead, I will turn the mike over to you today, for the first ever Coffee Talk Comedy Slam.
The rules are simple: Either tell me a joke, or help me with this project:
D and I are not, um, normal people, and the proliferation of bunny foo-foo baby clothes in Pelatiah's closet has been making me gag. I called my brother to see if he would create funny onesies for the kid, which at first he refused to do. "It's a baby," he chided me. "It's supposed to have bunny foo-foo clothes, it's a baby."
"Well, yes, I know it's a baby, but D and I are not bunny foo-foo people, and we want some funny onesies for the kid."
"But it's a baby."
After we established that, yes, D and I are indeed adopting a baby, he agreed to make the onesies, as long as they are not crude.
My mom offered "My mom and dad went to Kazakhstan and all I got was them."
D liked "There's a WMD in my diaper," and if he really wants it then fine, he can have it on one of the shirts.
Which leaves me free reign over the others.
So there is your choice today: joke, or funny baby t-shirt
Either way, somebody please make me laugh.
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