Never Gets Old
By Tater Barley Banks | Posted Under Comment Diversions | Comments (75)
The recent debate here about the cultural import of Jackass fortuitously falls right into a diversion I’ve been mulling over for some time, one that finally found its impetus the other day when I was taking Mrs. Tater out to dinner and driving down a road in my town that featured a large billboard with a photo of Mr. Rogers on it.
Someone had spray-painted a vaguely (when I say sprayed, I mean sprayed) Hitlerian mustache on him.
I live in a college town, and one of the great things about a college town is that every fall a new crop of roughly 5,000 18-year-olds arrives, in their wide-eyed innocent and absolute stupidity, and they keep the town young.
Which is another way of saying: The town never gets old.
Never gets old.
Painting a moustache on a billboard face? Man, that never gets old. I still laugh.
A hit to the nuts, the staple of Jackass? (And I imagine they’ve tried a staple to the nuts, too.) Man, that never gets old. I still laugh.
(And I still see this one when I drive around town:) A pair of sneakers tied together and tossed over a high utility wire? Man, that never gets old. I still laugh.
Shots of Jack Daniel’s, like the ones I just had? Man, that never gets old. And I’m smiling.
It also helps explain if this post is somewhat incoherent. I think I still managed to spell all the words right …
What was I talking about? Oh yeah:
Stuff that never gets old. You could watch, listen to or read it 10 times, 100 or 1,000 and it’s still funny.
Tell us about it.
Alternately, what are we drinking?
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Posted by: Jim Doggie at October 23, 2010 4:32 PM
Outside of Washington D.C. is a Mormon Temple, visible from cars that are traveling inbound on I-495. Whenever I go home to Maryland, I keep an eye on one of the bridges spanning the highway.
Every year, someone spray-paints two words on that bridge. And every year, someone else has to either scrap off or paint over those letters; it's usually a lackluster job, since the shapes and outlines of the original letters are still visible.
The temple bears a striking resemblance to Oz, as in "The Wizard of"
The words? SURRENDER DOROTHY
Never gets old.