Linda Leibhart you should sell your story to Hollywood. You’d probably have to tart it up with stuff like forbidden love, or being there in combat to comfort the very officer who tried the hardest to discourage you, but people would root for you.
I first heard it told as "the Popkin fart". I think Weinberg is a much better choice, but obviously it could be any name without changing the joke.
I mention this only because it reminds me of a conversation I had with a former girlfriend about the famous "roo-roo" joke. In the first version I heard, the keyword was "goolie-goolie". My ex had heard it told as "chi-chi", and (here at last is the point) SANCTIMONIOUSLY CORRECTED ME: "No David, that's wrong. You can't say that. It's NOT goolie-goolie, it's chi-chi."*
And here is the sub-point: the keyword in all versions of that joke follows an A-A repeated pattern. No one would ever call it, for example, "the woohoo joke". Apparently. I find this more interesting than I probably should.
Let me be the first to say that the Weinberg fart joke goes back to a tale in "1001 Nights", aka "The Arabian Nights". And maybe even farther back, because fart humor has always found a joyful audience.
Jon, Jon... Even "fooling around" trying to hit an um...knock-down... four iron 100 yards out has to be a crime against nature, let alone evidence of self-abuse. Exactly how low a trajectory were you hoping for; might as well have used a putter. Put another way, a knock‑down four‑iron from 100 yards is the golf equivalent of trying to perform brain surgery with a sledgehammer: technically possible, theoretically hilarious, and practically guaranteed to end in emotional carnage --- and an unexpected visit, as it turned out.
Ah yes, as is meant to be. It is the arcane lingua franca of those of us who hunt the highly elusive birdie. If you would like a translation, simply reply with the words or phrases that elude you. Or, "everything after 'Jon, Jon...'"
Dale, for the record, profanity remains the strongest part of my golf game…I found it interesting that Gene kindly edited the tortured prose of my little anecdote ( I.e. correcting the spelling of Junior SampleS)…including changing my original “ way too much club” to “ far too much club.” In the arcane patois of golf, I believe my original phrasing is the more common.
Right you are sir. "Way too much.." as you are well aware, is in general use about everything connected with the royal and ancient game --- especially scoring and inextricably linked cursing.
I spoke at my high school class graduation and listed potential disasters awaiting us in the future. I mentioned killer bees and the audience laughed at this serious menace. 50 years later at my class reunion one of my classmates admitted that it was the only thing he remembered about our graduation.
I've gotten away from entering the Invitational, but for this prize, I'm back with a vengeance. Here's Dave Matthews with an observation: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FoezrZ-DCJw
Linda Leibhart you should sell your story to Hollywood. You’d probably have to tart it up with stuff like forbidden love, or being there in combat to comfort the very officer who tried the hardest to discourage you, but people would root for you.
I loved Mark Raffman's Bed, Wed, Behead
Yes!!! And also Jesse Frankovich's rhyming overachievement: "Views news, stews, sues news crews; screws slews, accrues boos; spews views, cues coups. Snooze ensues."
Huge guffaw at Daniel Galef's "Ipso facto crypto hack, bro!"
Maybe it is the timeliness, but I liked Admonishment Astonishment
About the closing flatulence joke:
I first heard it told as "the Popkin fart". I think Weinberg is a much better choice, but obviously it could be any name without changing the joke.
I mention this only because it reminds me of a conversation I had with a former girlfriend about the famous "roo-roo" joke. In the first version I heard, the keyword was "goolie-goolie". My ex had heard it told as "chi-chi", and (here at last is the point) SANCTIMONIOUSLY CORRECTED ME: "No David, that's wrong. You can't say that. It's NOT goolie-goolie, it's chi-chi."*
And here is the sub-point: the keyword in all versions of that joke follows an A-A repeated pattern. No one would ever call it, for example, "the woohoo joke". Apparently. I find this more interesting than I probably should.
*This was not why we broke up.
Let me be the first to say that the Weinberg fart joke goes back to a tale in "1001 Nights", aka "The Arabian Nights". And maybe even farther back, because fart humor has always found a joyful audience.
Alas, Rimsky-Korsakov chose not to set that one to music.
Roo-roo is funnier than chi-chi and much funnier than goolie-goolie. Don't ask me why.
I'm pretty sure the version on the Rosetta Stone is "goolie-goolie"...
"Bed, Wed, Behead": especially excellent!
Bed, wed, behead - brilliant, laughed
Bowel towel - the most disgusting thing I've read in a long time, oh gross and then laughed
My favorites: Mark Raffman’s Geriatric merry hat trick & Ann Martin’s May we dance, JD Vance.
A friend of mine is a female chaplain in the Army. Been in 18 years and she's in the UK right now.
Jon, Jon... Even "fooling around" trying to hit an um...knock-down... four iron 100 yards out has to be a crime against nature, let alone evidence of self-abuse. Exactly how low a trajectory were you hoping for; might as well have used a putter. Put another way, a knock‑down four‑iron from 100 yards is the golf equivalent of trying to perform brain surgery with a sledgehammer: technically possible, theoretically hilarious, and practically guaranteed to end in emotional carnage --- and an unexpected visit, as it turned out.
There are so many phrases in this paragraph that are completely devoid of meaning to me.
Ah yes, as is meant to be. It is the arcane lingua franca of those of us who hunt the highly elusive birdie. If you would like a translation, simply reply with the words or phrases that elude you. Or, "everything after 'Jon, Jon...'"
Dale, for the record, profanity remains the strongest part of my golf game…I found it interesting that Gene kindly edited the tortured prose of my little anecdote ( I.e. correcting the spelling of Junior SampleS)…including changing my original “ way too much club” to “ far too much club.” In the arcane patois of golf, I believe my original phrasing is the more common.
Right you are sir. "Way too much.." as you are well aware, is in general use about everything connected with the royal and ancient game --- especially scoring and inextricably linked cursing.
I spoke at my high school class graduation and listed potential disasters awaiting us in the future. I mentioned killer bees and the audience laughed at this serious menace. 50 years later at my class reunion one of my classmates admitted that it was the only thing he remembered about our graduation.
Eau d' Hobo gets my vote for top 4.
No inkers about the reflecting pool? Maybe not enough people have heard about it.
How does Trump sump work for you?
I entered “What do you get when Trump falls into the reflecting pool? A green, scummy, mean dummy.”
I've gotten away from entering the Invitational, but for this prize, I'm back with a vengeance. Here's Dave Matthews with an observation: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FoezrZ-DCJw