Cry Me... a Fever! [Where the Hell Was I?]

December 20, 2004

Cry Me... a Fever!

(Okay. So I'm really stretching with these fever-related post titles. Sheesh.)

So, it's Monday again. And, at least for a little while longer, that means it's time for another go-round of Punchline Fever. It's everyone's favorite game! That involves leaving a comment. On this blog. Right now.

(All right, so that's not much, really. Shaddup. I'm shakin' what my momma gave me over here. Cut me some slack.)

Anyway, before we get all jiggy and shit with this week's setup, let's review the rules, for you newbies in da house:

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.

Them's the rules. And here's this week's Christmas-colored prelude to hilarity:

Punchline Fever #24:

'The whorehouse didn't want to advertise too widely that they were open for business on Christmas Eve, so they came up with a password for the night based on a Christmas carol lyric. To get upstairs, all customers had to do was say '_________________________''

All right, kiddies. Thar she blows -- get in there and grab her by the short and euphemistic curlies. And for even more curly, euphemistic fun, check out the main Punchline Fever page!

That's all for now, kids. I'm out. Happy Monday!