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Back (apologies for my handwriting!)
The text of the postcard is
Dear Ellen,
I can picture it now.
The date? Today, plus 30 years.
The place? A kitchen table.
The statement? “You guys remember that your dad went NUTS and sent out surrealist Christmas cards … in July?”
It’s all about GOALS.
Sincerely,
DumbFunnery.com OR @DumbFunnery
We here at DumbFunnery aren’t above a little tomfoolery. A trifle chicanery. A pinch of hijinks.
And one way to show that is anytime you come across a physical sign up sheet for a potluck. You’re walking along and suddenly, there it is, a little opportunity to exercise some creativity.
So grab a pin, take a quick, nervous glance around, and get to work.
Are you Peggy, bringing chinchilla surprise?
Are you Tom, bringing creamed man meat?
Are you Sus, bringing 2 to 4 cans of spinach with some straws?
The key is to picture the confusion on people’s faces when they read this, the wonder, the hope, the fear. ‘Oh, please Lord, let Peggy label her chinchilla surprise so I don’t accidentally eat it.’
Are you Jerry, bringing FAMILY SIZED PORTION OF GLART?
Are you Paul, bringing egg, or shareable egg?
Don’t forget about adjectives, why not throw some adjectives not typically associated with foods on there?
Are you Jackson, bringing an incredibly sexy meatloaf?
Are you Parul, bringing judgemental paella (NO MOMS ALLOWED)?
See what I did on that last one – I overwhelmed you. That’s a rookie mistake. You can bring pancakes (NO MOMS ALLOWED) or you can bring flirty pancakes, but you can’t combine those two things. Then it’s obvious you’re a wackadoo. You’ve got to pace your crazy.
Get out there, pretend you’re Gunther, claim to be bringing your chilled yum yums – no cinnamin this time 🙂 and have fun.
As always, we here at DumbFunnery encourage kindness and weirdness, happy potlucking.
In this post I am going to attempt to use my fledgling German knowledge to express my hatred of a fly that is inside my house and does Top Gun style fly bys of the tower (my face) and I want to kill him but he never seems to land. Except for on my legs when I am eating.
Hallo Fliege,
Mein freund, du bist nicht gut. Und ich habe kein liebe für du.
Ich bin stark, und groß, aber du bist schmutzig und … um, nicht stark.
Hmmm. Ich spreche ein klein Deutsch so das ist schwer. Ich brauche … etwas.
Mit hass,
Mich
And now a translation to see how I’ve done. I can already tell you – not well. But let’s see it. I am lacking a vocabulary. You want me to say hello to a potato? I can do that. But to fully express my hatred for a fly? That’s beyond me.
Hello fly,
My friend, you're not good. And I have no love for you.
I am strong, and tall, but you are dirty and ... um, not strong.
Hmmm. I speak a small German so that is hard. I need something.
With hate,
Me
DumbFunnery 