Show us your funny…
March 23, 2009Fortunately for you all, I have a knack for finding humor in just about anything.
Unfortunately for you all, I also have no choice but to work a full-time job.
This is where things are going to start to get fun. Let’s be honest…who goes to a show and doesn’t want to take part in “audience participation”? Who doesn’t want to stand up in front of a room full of strangers and cluck like a chicken while dropping your pants around your ankles? That’s right. No one. Everyone wants to participate somewhere deep down in that place where we all dream of being a star. Well my new friends, I’m about to give you all that chance.
I want your funny and I’m willing to beg for it. So here I am, pants around my ankles – clucking like a chicken – begging for it. In the coming days I will be setting up a new page on my blog that will give you all the coveted opportunity to send me your funny to share with the world. I might have to set up some rules and guidelines for your (as well as my own) protection. As I’ve told you before: I have no bail money.
::webie gal:: 
Is it just me or does everybody see words on passing cars or trucks and think “That would make a great band name” and then use the first line that pops into their mind as the title of the debut release?
My drive home today produced these:
Chlorine — Everybody Out of the Pool.
Ox Babies — No Bull
Hydralift — Off Your Knees
If I really get bored, I try to turn the letters on license plates into a job title. So if I see XCT 984, I assume that the driver is a Xenophobic Cardio Technician.
webiegal, does this make me funny, haha, or Les Nessman funny?
First off, I’ll claim to be too young to even have a clue as to who “Les Nessman” is. So hold on a moment while I Google that name.
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Ok, I’m back.
Seems the answer to your question mrm13 is that you are indeed funny — haha funny. Unless you can claim to wear a band aid on your forehead on a daily basis or, you have in your past, concocted a promotional give away involving the tossing of live turkeys from a helicopter. In that case…my answer changes.
“As God is my witness, I had no idea turkeys couldn’t fly!”
I’m there! Scrambling up the stage, stirrup pants catching on the stairs, proudly displaying my 2XL screen-printed t-shirt with neon letters spelling “WEBIE” with a blazing, wide-eyed smile saying nothing less than YOU PICKED ME??!?!…no shame.
Ahhhh, Jessica. Where have you been all my life? Never mind…you can make it all up to me.