A Gift for the Absurd
“My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.” — Lord Byron
Last night, the druid and I were snuggling in each others’ arms, when he started humming and murmuring lyrics from the song “Into the West”.
Of course, I had to interject, “But our room faces east!”
He pretended to bop me on the head. “Don’t mar that song.”
He and someone else has this thing about bears, and somewhere along the line they started saying, “Mar!” to each other to denote affection.
So I had to be a twit and say, “But, butbut there are no bears in that song!” which earned me another bop.
My humor is weird.
One night, my roommate and a friend of ours were sitting with me near the back of a bar one night while horrible amateur comics were on stage trying to make jokes out of rape, paedophilia, racism, and other topics that the professionals know better than to use.
Anyway, this one groaner was up there blathering about his genitals, how they shrink in cold water, and then as a side note mentioned that there’s a creature that lives in the ocean with the biggest male organ in relation to its body.
I leaned over to our friend and said in a deadpan voice, “Geoduck.”
She knew exactly what I was referring to, spit out her beer, and just about fell out of the booth, laughing hysterically. We looked at my roommate, who was looking at us, amused, but unenlightened. We instructed her to google the word and find a photo to be let in on the joke.
She found quite the photo. If there was ever a phallic image to illustrate the joke, it was that one. I think we spent the next hour or so giggling to ourselves. I’m sure the comics thought they were amusing us adequately by the sounds of our howling wafting from the other side of the bar counter.
I don’t know where the one-liners come from. My brain just grabs a single word or concept from whatever is being said, and just throws my mouth into gear to implant a complete non sequitor to derail whatever is being discussed.
I wish I could bottle it, hehe.
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Hmmm, yes – apparently this creature has adapted a “non-shrinkage” gene. Perhaps genetic engineering can bring it to said comic, thus eliminating the bulk of his material.
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Mike
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Holy crow – never heard of a geoduck before. Had to google it and called hubby to look at the computer. He just said “Oh yeah. They cook them and they are ungodly expensive!” Go figure.
Thanks for the giggle!
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nice! i like the inside joke conversation with the bears? haha. also did you know apparently otters like to masturbate a LOT.
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