I was driving home from work yesterday and I passed a parked car with “Want to hear a joke? Call KL5-1234” painted on the rear window. Well, it wasn’t a KL5 number, but I don’t want to blow up some stranger’s phone with internet spizam (ok, that word sounded cooler in my head than it looks typed. Oh well.). Also, I’ve wanted to use the “KL5” prefix ever since I read my first Baby Sitter’s Club book. How cool was Claudia? Check out What Claudia Wore.
I’m sitting in traffic with nothing better to do than pick my nose and pretend no one can see me (did I mention my radio was stolen from my car? for the third time? almost a year ago? and I still haven’t replaced it?), so I called. Seeing how close we are to the election, I thought it’d be something along the lines of “Want to hear a joke? Have you hear the one about how Barack Obama has secret makeout parties with anti-American terrorists and serial killers?” Either way, I figured it would be something to blog about.
Mysterious Jokester: Hello?
Me: Um, I was hoping to hear a joke.
Mysterious Jokester: What kind of pants does Super Mario wear?
Me: I have no idea.
Mysterious Jokester: denimdenimdenim
Okay, maybe you had to be there, but I just said ‘thank you’ and laughed all the way home. Or maybe it works better if you say it out loud. That joke is almost as good as my favorite joke.
Q: What kind of bees make milk?
Man, it gets me every time.