January 17, 2005

Following up on last week's Stupidest joke in the World post (and admittedly for lack of yet again more significant writing fodder), alert reader Chelsea Bothwell has contributed the following bad joke to the arsenal:

A grasshopper walks into a bar.
The bartender says, "Hey, we have a drink named after you!"
The grasshopper says, "You have a drink called Phil?"

Actually, I think on a scale of 1-10, this one could score somewhere around 2. It actually made me laugh - not at the joke itself, but rather at its utter stupidity.

And if I sound a bit incoherent today, blame it on the Dayquil. My head is soft and buttery like candy cotton, my facial skin is oddly numb, and my eyeballs feel as if they were ready to abandon shop and peel out of my brain.

So hope for improvement tomorrow, or send me another joke that will prevent me from having to post anything a bit more coherent.

Thank you all for playing.