You may need a bit of background to properly appreciate this post. You see, long long ago on a blog very close to this one, for no apparent reason I started a running joke.
Now, you can probably tell that popular songs of the day included the "classic"* Bootylicious.
Never one to let a joke die before the dead horse had been beaten into hamburger, I referenced that joke on occasion, even to the point where it crossed over with another running joke.
When students performed pranks, I was there to help out. Talking about ex-co-workers was a chance to bring it up, discussions on language, and indeed, it became so all-consuming there was even talk of a movie.
In fact, this subject is so great it single-handed redeemed the almost unwatchable Wall-E simply bny including a single visual spork joke.
But as great as those (and to be honest, many, many, many, many other) uses of the joke, a discovery has recently been made which might be even greater.
Be warned; By reading this sentence, you hold me blameness for any damage done to you if you open the following link. However, simply posting this link obviously means I have the undisputable, unassailable position of posessing the single greatest blog of all time.
* some interpret the word "classic" to mean banal, insipid, or worthy of serious mocking
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