The past was weird. So, people would have parties and at some point, after everyone had downed a few Rob Roys or Tom Colins’s but before they picked keys out of the bowl, someone would break out the joke book? Really? “Hey pal, come on up to the house on Saturday night. We’re having a shindig and get this: We’ve got the new Playboy Party Joke book! No, not ‘65, we’ve got the 1966!”
You know, as I’m writing that I’m thinking “Maybe that would be fun?”
Don’t listen to me, I don’t know anything.
