In this time of fantastic news stories and press conferences, I often think about a joke I heard in Junior High. It’s a useful joke. Comes in handy on many occasions. It’s a joke I’ve told my kids. Over the years, it’s become a family inside-joke. I now share it with you.
(Imagine, if you will, two little old ladies talking on a park bench. For good measure, add in a bit of a Yiddish accent.}
B: “So Myrtle, what’s new?”
M: “Bessie, you just won’t believe it. Remember my son Gerald? He’s a genius. Just got into an Ivy League school. Someday he’ll win the Nobel Prize.”
B: “That’s FAAN’-tastic.”
M: “And my husband Lou, he loves me more and more each day. Showers me with presents, furs and diamonds. Wants to take me on a trip around the world.”
B: “That’s FAAN’-tastic.”
M: “As for me, I’ve lost twenty pounds and am going to have plastic surgery that will make me look thirty years younger.”
B: “That’s FAAN’-tastic.”
M: “So, nuh Bessie? Tell me what you’ve been up to.”
B: “Well Myrtle, I’ve been going to charm school.”
M: “Really? And what are you learning in charm school?”
B: “I’m learning how to say FAAN’-tastic . . . instead of bullshit.”
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