Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas San Diego, Ca. March 2012

Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas San Diego, Ca. March 2012
Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas at Luche Libre Taco Shop in San Diego, March 2012

Friday, May 25, 2012

Maybe It's A Timing Issue...

                                                          La Junta, Colorado 2011

   About 70 miles north-east of Warsaw lies the village of Boguty-Pianki. In that wee village (Pop. 2,900) I imagine there live people who absolutely love the name of their little burg. It may, in fact, mean something quite regal in the Polish language.

   I however, think it is quite funny. It sounds funny, and it's funny to say. There's a part of me that thinks this is so funny it's worth sharing with friends and family. However, that urge is tempered by the hard-won (meaning: I finally realised) knowledge that what I think is funny, and what everybody else thinks is funny, are usually two different things.

   Take this particular joke for example:

A young cowboy is walking around Manhattan late one evening wearing nothing but his big ol' cowboy hat, and his cowboy boots.

A police officer walks up to him and says, "Son, I don't know what the hell you think you're doing, but I'm going to have to take you in for walking around like that."

The cowboy stares in disbelief at the police officer and replies, "But officer, I'm only doing as I was told."

The cop can't wait to hear this story, so he says, "What? Who told you to walk around Manhattan naked?"

The cowboy turns a little red, and says, "Well, I was at one of your local watering holes, and this very pretty lady came up to me and asked me if I was a real cowboy. I told her I was, and she said she had never met a real cowboy and wanted to buy me a drink. I'm not dumb, so I let her. She bought a lot of drinks over the next few hours, and then she asked me if she could take me to her place and show me some real New Yorker hospitality. I'm not some dumb hick, so I said sure. We went to her house, and she fixed me a few more drinks and showed me all this weird artwork and her big screen TV. Then she told me to sit on her big couch while she got into something more comfortable. I think I sat on that couch for about 5 minutes when she came out of her bedroom in nothing but some flimsy mosquito netting. That was when she asked me to get undressed too, but to leave my hat and boots on."

"So," said the cop, "Why are you walking around here naked?'

"Oh...because after I got undressed and was standing there in only my hat and boots, she threw herself down on the sofa and suddenly yelled for me to go to town."

   That joke kills me. Really. I think I've told that joke to 5 or 6 other people and the only person I got a laugh from has dubious hearing and I think was just being polite.

   Boguty-Pianki. *Hah!*

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