Store brand cereal names. When I was little, manufacturers of generic food didn’t bother trying to snare the thrifty shopper by putting grinning strawberries or wacky breakfast raccoons on the box — it was just a white box with black letters, stating the legal nomenclature of the grain product you were about to consume.
Today, however, they try and make it sound like it’s some kind of close cousin to the Real Thing, without infringing on any copyrights. Some of them just try to sound like the brand name, like Tasteeo-s instead of Cheerios. Then some of them are just kind of disconcertingly descriptive: Crispy Hexagons, Corn Spheres. But some of them . . . some of them are just a cereal mystery, and they make me laugh. And the greatest of these is Confruity Crisp.
Renita Jablonski from the radio show Marketplace. I realize this makes me an eleven-year-old boy, but ever time I hear her name, my brain giggles like Beavis and Butthead. See, cuz, it kinda sounds like Heywood . . . oh, never mind.
My three-year-old daughter says “who” when she means “what.” I occasionally correct her, but it’s just too much fun to see her come into the kitchen, wrinkle her nose and say, “Who’s that smell?” It’s your supper, that’s who.
The Howard Dean scream. It just never gets old.
Sometimes, when my husband is changing a diaper, he puts the clean diaper on his head, and then pretends he can’t find it. Gets me every time.
That scene in 30 Rock where all the guys are sleeping on the couches, and one of them takes a bite of his sandwich in his sleep. I can’t believe they’re still making that show! It’s so funny, it should have been canceled by now (we’re up to season 4 on Netflix).
Well, in keeping with the way things have been going around here lately, I hate this post and couldn’t finish it, but couldn’t do anything else until it was done. I guess I should be grateful to have six things that make me laugh, but instead I was just hung up on how bummed I was that I put my beer on the back of the couch for a second, only to discover that the back of the couch wasn’t up against the wall after all, and so that was the end of my beer. I hate that couch so much, I’m glad it got beer spilled all down the back and on its stupid confruity little skirt ruffle; but still, I had to clean up the beer. It was a Corona, too! Oh, anyway, so while I was looking for a towel, my husband said that fart jokes always make me laugh. I don’t think this is strictly true, but on the other hand, we’ve been together for a while now, so I guess he would know.
Okay, okay, wait. It does make me laugh when someone says “poot” instead of “fart.” Poot! That’s not even a word.
Oh, boy. Well, check out our lovely hostess Jen Fulwiler of Conversion Diary for Seven Quick Takes, and find out how the normals are doing it.