{"id":4508,"date":"2024-04-02T10:04:25","date_gmt":"2024-04-02T15:04:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/angie-bailey.com\/?p=4508"},"modified":"2024-04-02T10:32:18","modified_gmt":"2024-04-02T15:32:18","slug":"love-clown-cars-and-your-mom-jokes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/angie-bailey.com\/blog\/essay\/love-clown-cars-and-your-mom-jokes\/","title":{"rendered":"LOVE, CLOWN CARS, AND “YOUR MOM” JOKES"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

One of the critical building blocks of my marriage to Chris is silliness and ridiculous amounts of laughter. (I know\u2014hard to believe, right?) We get<\/em> each other, which I think is a spectacular quality to have in any relationship. We’ll ride a joke or pun til it’s completely out of gas … and then we’ll laugh some more. Sometimes the funny stuff is carefully crafted and other times it accidentally shows up with perfect timing and we can hardly believe our good fortune. And occasionally we share a laugh over some wacky weirdness we’ve just observed. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I submit for your consideration: a series of goofy happenings that recently occured. If you also think it’s funny, let’s get together for coffee because of course<\/em> we should be friends.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

FIRST<\/strong>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chris took a spammy\/scammy call the other day and I was listening nearby. Here’s how it went:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Scammer:<\/strong> Hello, Christopher. I’m calling to tell you that one of your Amazon accounts has had some fraudulent activity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chris:<\/strong> I don’t have an Amazon account in my name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Scammer: <\/strong>It’s the one that’s associated with (insert street name here).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chris: <\/strong>Not possible. This is rubbish.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Scammer:<\/strong> Watch your language, sir!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chris:<\/strong> Where did you say you’re calling from?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Scammer:<\/strong> I’m calling from … YOUR MAMA’S A BITCH!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CLICK, followed by our Beavis and Butthead-style, rolling-on-the-floor laughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A FEW DAYS LATER <\/strong>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We have an ongoing joke about clown cars. When people annoy us, one of us will say, “What a bunch of clowns. I’ll bet the clown car just rolled up and they all came tumbling out.” This joke could be used in situations like 1) people at a restaurant acting like idiots 2) people at the mall walking too slowly and constantly cutting you off or 3) people on House Hunters<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yesterday, Chris texted me about a situation he was dealing with and I replied with a GIF of clowns piling out of a clown car. He LOL’d it, but I was expecting more than that. I mean, it was a great<\/em> GIF, beginning to end. When he came home last night, I asked if he’d watched the ENTIRE GIF because it was a double-joke and I thought it deserved more than a simple LOL. He said he hadn’t initially, but he caught it when he watched it again after a meeting. You see, at the end of the parade of clowns falling out of the car was a woman stepping out of the car (for you Texts from Mittens fans, she looked a little like Drunk Patty), and above her pops the words, “Your Mom.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Insert hoots and hollers as I stirred the soup on the stove and he hung up his coat. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

LATER LAST NIGHT:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We’re sitting on the sofa and I said, “It’s so funny that you didn’t see the punchline of that clown car GIF until an hour later.” Without missing a beat, he said, “It was the GIF that kept on GIFFING.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hell yes. It was the perfect icing for that layered joke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I adore this man. I’d roll out of a clown car with him anytime. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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One of the critical building blocks of my marriage to Chris is silliness and ridiculous amounts of laughter. (I know\u2014hard to believe, right?) We get each other, which I think is a spectacular quality to have in any relationship. We’ll ride a joke or pun til it’s completely out of gas … and then we’ll laugh some more. Sometimes the funny stuff is carefully crafted and other times it accidentally shows up with perfect timing and we can hardly believe our good fortune. And occasionally we share a laugh over some wacky weirdness we’ve just observed. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4510,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[43],"tags":[],"cc_featured_image_caption":{"caption_text":"","source_text":"","source_url":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/angie-bailey.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4508"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/angie-bailey.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/angie-bailey.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/angie-bailey.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/angie-bailey.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4508"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/angie-bailey.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4508\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4518,"href":"https:\/\/angie-bailey.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4508\/revisions\/4518"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/angie-bailey.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4510"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/angie-bailey.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4508"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/angie-bailey.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4508"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/angie-bailey.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4508"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}