Knock Knock. Who's There?
Well, at the moment I am fresh out of posts, people. It's not that I have nothing to write - I got plenty to write about. I just don't have a post.
So much for "starting fresh in the morning!"
I feel like everything about everything is destined to be in a book, just by the stubborn interconnectedness of each aspect of my existence and because each aspect is too lengthy for a blog. I mean, I suppose I could post about how my day went.
I do have days.
I could talk about the mean old man who farted defiantly at me on the subway a couple of days ago. But I am afraid that is just too unsexy. I really don't wanna be associated with old fartfaces, right or wrong. However, if you really, really want to hear about fartman, just say the word and I'll post it quickly, but not without loudly announcing that it is at your request.
How's about strip club carryings-on? Eh, eh? Definitely sexier. Or there's the time I punched a guy out for his threatening me on the street. Now there's a good one, actually...hmm.
Ah, nevermind.
Not that you're not worth it, reader. You are worth it. Hell, I'm worth it. It's just that I have a hard time organizing my thoughts and condensing things sometimes, and it is definitely one of those times right now.
But before I sign off, allow me to leave you with the greatest l'il knock-knock joke ever. Know a better one? Pssh. I doubt it.
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Interrupting cow.
Interrupting cow wh-
Moooooo.
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7 comments:
My kiddo lurrrrves that joke. She says it all the time.
I *so* understand the block. There's nothing worse than feeling like everyone's waiting, and you've got? Nothin'.
I for one would like to hear more about the strip clubs. Can't really drop a bomb like that and leave it to one sentence.
My kids tell a different variation of that joke. It's interrupting starfish, and as you say "Interrupting Starfish who", they suddenly thrust their outspread hands over your face.
I think it's the threat of losing an eye that makes it so funny.
Also, if we're choosing stories I'm going to go with either the strip club shenanigans, (don't act like you're surprised), or you punching someone out. The fart stuff, eh, not so much.
I vote for the punch-out story! I bet that would be hilarious. (I secretly want to hear about the strip club shenanigans, but I'm too shy to say so.)
I've been having a bit of a writing block at the moment too. Which I need to get past very soon before my own blog melts into obscurity.
Maggie: well, it looks like someone came up with a better knock-knock: see Limpy's kids' variation below. I love it.
Of course, what was I thinking? I'm so used to strip club culture I forget that not everyone has one as a hangout. So it's settled. I shall write about it soon.
Limpy: that's my new favorite knock-knock joke. Now I just have to remember not to say "mooo" when I starfish the person's face. That could be confusing.
Heather: but your blog pictures are so insanely gorgeous - too many words could detract from the beauty of them. Although I do have a request: a little story about your favorite night out in Dublin or London or any of those cities you've been living in! No pressure...
Oreo Cookie Blues is up .. just for yo .. mooo
just remember that
forced creativity sucks
better to recharge
AC - hey, I had the title right. Thanks, I shall come over to pick that up.
LQ: you can't know just how much I needed that little reminder.
Perfect timing too, as I have been feeling at a bit of a loss, trying to avoid the forcing, forgetting I promised myself to not post regularly if it's not working for me(and it usually doesn't).
Thank you! I mean it!
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