My car now has bumper stickers. My favorite was one I found
that says "My other car is a Pynchon Novel". Pynchon is an eccentric
novelist who writes complex, eclectic pieces that are rather challenging to
read. Mention one to an English teacher and they'll make that sort of
wide-mouth horror face and shake their head. Now, I like Pynchon; which is why
I slapped this sticker on there. The thing is that it doesn't mean anything.
It's a joke because it doesn't make any sense. Those are the best kind of
jokes. For example:
A man walks into a bar. He's an alcoholic who is destroying his life.
See? It's starts like a funny quip, but it's actually a dead-pan replica of a regular joke. Hilarity!
So, what's the problem with this? Well, now people ask me what it means. So, when someone catches the message and questions me, I simply look them in the eye, and look like I'm thinking really intensely for a minute. Then I'll stroke my chin and say "Well, what doesn't it mean?"
A man walks into a bar. He's an alcoholic who is destroying his life.
See? It's starts like a funny quip, but it's actually a dead-pan replica of a regular joke. Hilarity!
So, what's the problem with this? Well, now people ask me what it means. So, when someone catches the message and questions me, I simply look them in the eye, and look like I'm thinking really intensely for a minute. Then I'll stroke my chin and say "Well, what doesn't it mean?"
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