Every once in a while, an idea for a joke will arrive on a silver platter. It is brilliant and shiny. It is perfect.

And other times, you’ll work like hell to find something, anything, to put to paper.

And then, there will be an idea like today’s… a good idea that comes loaded down with too many possibilities. Where the temptation to keep building it into an enormous tower of funniness leads you to create something that can’t possibly sustain everything you put into it, and it comes crashing down like the temple around mighty Samson.

And there you have it…the untimely death of a joke.

Feel free to mourn. Seek counseling, if you must.

Or simply go about living your lives as though nothing happened.

We’ll see you on Friday!