Involuntary Comedy Responses
October 28, 2007
I mentioned Demitri Martin on Friday. Funny guy. He says if he ever saw an amputee being hanged, he would shout out random letters.
I have a number of involuntary comedy responses. One of them is when if someone asks me if I can smell something.
Example.
Someone: Can you smell smoke?
Me: Yes. S-M-O-K-E.
See? You actually sPell it. Genius.
Another one is with accents. Admittedly I can’t do many, but if someone says Jeff Buckeley, I will always repeat it in a broad Yorkshire accent. I don’t know why it’s so fun to say, but it is. Same with R Kelly. “All right, our Kelly.”
More? OK.
When I’m on the phone and someone asks me if I have a pen, I sometimes say proudly: “I have several.”
Or a colleague asks: “Have you had a haircut,” I say: “Yeah, load of times.”
I’m just going to keep going.
If someone mentions a road when discussing their travels, say the A332, I will always pay kudos and add: “That’s a great road.”
How I don’t get punched continues to amaze me.
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6 comments
I bet none of those things are the slightest bit annoying.
Oh no wait. That’s not what I meant to say AT ALL.
This is still Virtual Cliff, I take it?
The one I’ve been annoying people with these past few weeks is:
“Do you know what day Christmas is this year?”
“Well, yeah, it’s still the 25th.”
Whenever I drive past a sign to the A404, I always crack a “Road Not Found” gag.
You’re ALL turning into my dad.
And there’s nothing tomato with that.
OK, now even I am beginning to believe that you might be me.
If it wasn’t for the fact that you don’t get punched I’d be certain of it.
Leave a comment. Play nice. I will turn this blog around.