The other day I was apparently struck down by stupid demons and decided to rent a copy of Blair Witch 2. I watched it, and then back on the DVD menu I clicked “The Secret Of Esrever” It goes on all about how when you watch the movie backwards you can see certain images or something. I didn’t likee the movie enough to bother with it, but I did wonder what the hell “The Secret Of Esrever” might be, especially since no place, person, force, etc. named Esrever was mentioned.
Today I got it. Esrever is “Reverse” backwards!!! ::SMACK::
Another good one, one time when my Mom was like 10 she was riding in a car with her older sister (my aunt). Out of the blue, my aunt says out loud “Oh, I get it… the Flintstones are cave people!” Wow.
My Grandma wanted to buy a Game-boy for my little cousin’s birthbay, but she remembered the name incorrectly and went to two stores to try to buy a Playboy for him instead. And she never realized until one clerk died laughing and explained that she must have meant Game-boy.
::SMACK::
unless I explain it to them. Why? Are people really that stupid that they don’t know the alternate meanings of the word “bar”? That joke is funny every time I hear it…and explaining it ruins the fun. You guys get it, right?
when I was a little kid (about 8) I came across a stack of Playboy mags in our basement. I looked through them and read the cartoons and jokes, many of which made no sense to me.
One in particular, I remembered. Several years later, for some unknown reason, I recalled that cartoon and suddenly got it.
Two people by a water cooler in an office, man and busty woman. Busty woman has tight sweater dress on with her name “Jane” on top left breast. Man says “cute, what do you call the other one”.
I’ve been a huge Bruce Springsteen fan for as long as I can remember. His “Born in the USA” cassette tape sat side-by-side with Cyndi Lauper, Cheap Trick and Richard Marx for most of my early childhood. My favorite songs were always “I’m On Fire” and “Dancing in the Dark.” I’ve known all the words to “Dancing in the Dark” since I was 5. I used to perform it for my family at parties.
So last April, I was making out with my then-boyfriend to that CD. “Dancing in the Dark” came on, and I sat up, shrieked, and yelled, “Oh my God! This song is about SEX!!!”
I felt so dumb for that, but the lyrics were just part of my memory, and I never bothered to analyze them from an adult viewpoint.
I knew that a Ian Mackaye was in Minor Threat, and a Ian Mackaye was in Fugazi, but some mental block prevented me from realizing that they were the same person.
I listened to the Offspring song “I Want You Bad” at least fifteen times before I got the point of it. (Bad’s not an adverb applied to want, it’s an adjective applied to you.)
When I was little, I heard the following joke:
Q: How do you get down from an elephant?
A: You don’t get down from an elephant, you get down from a duck.
I just did not get it, even after my mom explained it to me several times. I was still thinking, “But how do you get down from the elephant?” Dumb kid.
Many years later I was in high school, must have been 11th or 12th grade, and as I grabbed my oh-so-fashionable down vest one morning, it suddenly struck me…down vest, down feathers, oooh, I get it, you don’t get down from an elephant, you get down from a duck, Oooooooooooh, okay! Duh!
Why did the snowman pull down his pants?
Because he heard the snowblower was coming.
I first heard that joke when I was in the 6th or 7th grade. I didn’t get it and just forgot about it. I heard it again many years later and finally got it.
As a toddler on up to the age of about eight, she watched Winnie the Pooh every single day. In one particular video, Piglet extolls the virtues of his home, and the fact that his dad’s name was on a sign out front. “Trespassers Will” was the dad’s name.
Don’t worry, I get it–although I find it sufficiently amusing using the obvious definition of “bar”. The subsequent explanation to the sheriff that it just came up out of nowhere and hit him is an even better image.
Kinsey (didn’t I see you in the last <whoosh> thread?), don’t feel bad about the “down” joke–I’ve drawn more blank looks with related remarks over the years than I have with explanations of quantum physics. I’m not sure anyone gets this one immediately (I don’t remember the first time I encountered it–I may or may not have gotten it). It took my niece, blazingly intelligent girl and punster though she is, several years from the first hearing to the penny drop.
Totoro, several people in the thread I linked were slapping themselves over Sue Duhnym. I’m patiently waiting for someone to mention that they didn’t “get” Tequila Mockingbird’s handle at first. I actually served a Tequila Mockingbird once in college–you put a little birdseed in a shot glass, pour tequila over it, and wait for a sucker to ask the question.
