Celebrating One Year of Unwanted Opinions, Culinary Misadventures, and Split Infinitives
I was sitting at my friend’s birthday party Friday night and I got to thinking, didn’t I stumble home from this same friend’s birthday party last year and write a blog post on it? Wouldn’t that make this blog just about a year old? Well, turns out Doylebrau.com was born exactly one year ago on Friday. Cause for celebration, I’d say.
But how exactly do I celebrate the paper anniversary on a blog? I was thinking of the cop-out clip show, where I just link to my favorite posts of the past year, but then that’s no fun. And really, do you want to read this crap again?
Then I got to thinking: what about a joke. I should tell a joke; my favorite joke.
Here goes…
A little ducky waddles into a bar and goes up to the barkeep.
“Whatdaya want?” says the grumpy barkeep.
“Yaaaa got any gwaypth? says the plucky duck.
“No, no grapes. Now scram little ducky, you’re under age.”
The little ducky leaves the bar, but just five minutes later the barkeep looks up from a shot glass he’s polishing and that same little ducky is waddling up to the bar.
“What now?” says the barkeep.
“Yaaaa got any gwaypth?”
“No! And if you come in here again I’m going to staple your little ducky feet to the floor!”
The little ducky scurries out the door and the barkeep goes back to polishing his shot glasses. But just a few minutes later, as the barkeep is incorrectly pouring a Guinness, he in enraged to see the little ducky in the bar again.
“What now, little ducky?”
The little ducky cocks his head to one side slightly, then says, “Yaaaa got any sthayplths?”
“Well, um, no,” the bartender answers.
There is a pregnant pause. “Then ya got any gwaypths?!”
This joke loses a lot on paper, but trust me, tell it with the right pronunciation at a party and you’ll own the room.
Happy Birthday to me.