Me: Loopy, it's not a tumor, it's a mass.
Loopy: A mass? A mass of what?
Me (thinking of an episode of Blackadder* that I watched with Nadine a million years ago): Maybe it's an oppressed mass.
Loopy: I have The People in my back.
Stay tuned for more humor that's only funny to us!
*transcript for your edification:
Edmund (to Prince George): ...Next week is your royal father's birthday celebrations. I suggest that I write a brilliant speech for you to recite to show the oppressed masses how unusually sensitive you are.
Prince George: Well, tell me about these "oppressed masses", what are they so worked up about?
Edmund: They're worked up, sir, because they're so poor, they're forced to have children simply to provide a cheap alternative to turkey at Christmas. Disease and depravation stalk our land like.. two giant.. stalking things. And the working man is poised to overthrow us.
(Baldrick enters carrying a mop.)
Prince George: Oh my God, and here he is!
Edmund: Don't be silly, sir. That's Baldrick, my dogsbody.
Prince George: What's silly about that? He looks like an oppressed mass to me. Get him out of here at once!
2 comments:
rofl!
Yeah, it's funny to me too. *shrug* Isn't it wonderful how we find each other? ;-)
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