If Michael Phelps can win five gold medals in a row (as of this writing), then I can blog for three days in a row. Or, rather, write for three days in a row. I get kind of sad when I use “blog” as a verb. And there is already enough sadness on this pale blue dot of ours.
Yesterday, I used Twitter to make a terrible pun that is now my favorite thing in the world. In short, I claimed to be playing Gra Bass. Which, for dirty minds the world around, breaks down to grabass. From what I understand, grabass is like horseplay but more homoerotic. Yet, I qualified this “Gra Bass” declaration, claiming it was a Portuguese game. In Portuguese, “Gra” means “supreme.” So I wasn’t grasping a buttock with my hands at all! I was simply playing the exciting board game (or card game, perhaps) of Supreme Bass!
Puns are even lamer when you explain them. Guess I should have kept it simple and asked for when a door is not a door.
OMG how come you are blogging 3x but not posting at minneapolisimprov.com? I miss you, I am so crying.
xoxo
jb