Punchlines

The oldies did not always get our humor. I'll be the first to admit that the language can get raw and and the subject matter can get out of hand.

Some people are really good at telling a joke. Some people, like the husband, get accused of turning every joke into a shaggy dog story.

Within your family or your close circle of friends, there comes a point where you don't have to tell the story. You can just blurt out the punchline and everyone cracks up.

When we go to the lake or on vacation with friends, we have it down to a secret language. (There might be some wine involved.)

My faves:

They stuck me with a chihuahua?
The Thompson twins are drunk again.
A good goat will do that.
Two pickets to Titsburg.

That last one isn't the punchline but you'll know immediately if you've heard the joke.

It's kind of like a song you've heard before.

Being (self-diagnosed) slightly autistic, I laugh every time.

She Blowed Up

My limited history in community theater has paid off. I know how to take a cue.

Sometimes the husband and I watch television together. Some actress or celebrity from our younger days will be on The Today Show or Larry King Live. For whatever reason, he lets me have the punch line:

He says, "What happened to her?"
I steal his line and say, "She blowed up."

Our plumbimg and a couple of appliances are acting strange. Our coffee maker died. The husband asked me about it. You guessed it, my only answer is "She blowed up."

Hangdog and I did not have a pleasant visit today. His expectations are unreasonable and his demands are exhausting. (I wanted to run like the wind.) I kept my tongue and emotions in check but then I got to my car. She (me) blowed up.