Ice, Ice Baby
The last time it was this temperature in NYC someone wrote,
"It's so cold I developed gonorrhea just for the burning sensation."
I salute the author of this brilliant joke. I would like to properly honor him by visiting The Tomb of the Unknown Comedian.
At the April 1st ceremonies, people who love comedy gather to throw tomatoes at the coffin of the Unknown Comedian, listen to a spirited rendition of taps played by an orchestra of kazoos and leave bouquets of rubber chickens on the site.
See you there.
