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Holy hell, is it Friday again already? Where do the workdays go? Could I possibly have slept through another five?
Well, it hardly seems possible, and yet Senor Calendar tells us that it's time to kick off another weekend, so here we go with the latest Punchline Fever. Strap on your thinking thongs, folks, and let's get to it. But first, a quick review of the rules:
1) I'll sit around, day and night, thinking of a short but flexible setup for a joke.
B) I'll post the best setup I can think of, but with a blank where the punchline should go.
iii) Then it's up to you to come up with your best line, and leave it in the comments, for all to snicker over.
That's how she's done, people. Now let's have at it.
...the Hot Dog, Peanuts, and Beer Vendors in the stands were all moonlighting topless waitresses...can't you just imagine it?
'Baseball's Montreal Expos are looking for a new home city in which to play, and one of the strongest candidates is Las Vegas. Now, at first glance, 'America's Pastime' and 'Sin City' don't seem like a natural fit. But I think it's a chance for some creative marketing -- just think how much more exciting a trip to the ball game would be if ___________________________________'
the Nevada brothels pitched in and gave bobble head night a whole other meaning...
after the Las Vegas Expos lost the other teams pitcher had his knees mysteriously broken and bookies were making odds on which knee broke first.
...we had strippers dancing on the foul poles during the '7th inning stretch'.