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Wednesday, December 7th, 2005 05:40 pm (UTC)
CJ's sense of humor is only eighth grade when she's not around me. When she and I collaborate, both of our senses of humor drop down to around third or fourth grade level. Boogers! Farts! Poop jokes!

It isn't pretty.

But it's fun for us.
Wednesday, December 7th, 2005 06:36 pm (UTC)
OK, so you're saying if the three of us are in a room, I'm the one with the "highbrow" humor? That's very disturbing, if true. And amusing also.
Wednesday, December 7th, 2005 11:37 pm (UTC)
Right. If CJ & I are in a room with you ... you're the person in possession of the most sophisticated humor. Highly disturbing.

Fortunately, this ONLY applies when BOTH CJ & I are in the same room. If either of us isn't present, you revert to your more comfortable lowest common denominator position.

I probably could have phrased that last sentence a bit better.

Thursday, December 8th, 2005 12:44 am (UTC)
Oh, on the contrary, that was... well crafted.
Thursday, December 8th, 2005 07:51 am (UTC)
Not to mention entirely accurate. Now we just need to test the hypothesis sometime. Strangely, the word "brisket-fest" is floating in my mind...

And now I've wrapped the thread right back around to the original topic. I believe that is at least as good as Godwin's Law.
Thursday, December 8th, 2005 08:12 am (UTC)
I can imagine Allan and me bringing brisket to your housewarming. Or something.