Houston, We Have a... Fever! [Where the Hell Was I?]

December 6, 2004

Houston, We Have a... Fever!

Howdy there, cowpokes. Or 'cowpokers', as the case may be. Perverts.

Well, it's Monday -- albeit barely, and you know what that means, right? Yes, according to the ancient time-honored tradition that I made up last week, it's once again time for Punchline Fever!

So get out your thinking caps -- or 'noodling knickers', or 'pondering panties', if that's what gets you up in the morning -- and let's get right to this week's setup. 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 all there is to it; there ain't no more. So let's set sail with another... Punchline Fever!:

Punchline Fever #22:

'The new supermarket decided to hire scantily-clad off-duty strippers as checkout girls to drum up business. They even came up with a new risque food-related slogan for the store: '________________________''

And there you go, kids. What better way to start the week, eh? It's like a little teensy bit of weekend goodness oozing it's way into your Monday morning. And if you need more of that creamy, nougaty weekend flavor, check out the main Punchline Fever page for more user-submitted hilarity. Really, go 'head. Don't cost nothin'.

You can thank me later, really. I'm just here to help. I'm cool like that, and shit. Peachy Monday, everybody!