If you talk long enough, you can butcher the best joke in the world–even the one from Monty Python that the Allies used to win WWII.
Tuesday night at a Tea Party meeting, I managed to destroy a joke of my own, poor making, and insult a friend at the same time. That takes talent. Or … something.
So, first, let me apologize to Adam Sharp, the best indy video journalist alive, since he was the victim of my horrible comedic delivery.
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