Thursday, August 09, 2007

Confession time

A little bad taste is like a nice dish of paprika. - Dorothy Parker

I like to think I have a cerebral sense of humor. I like my wit to be literate; I'm a fan of George S. Kaufman; I'm a huge fan of verbal dexterity, from puns to palindromes. I consider Woody Allen's Without Feathers, a collection of New Yorker essays, to be one of the greatest humor collections of the 20th century. Yes, I take pride in my refined comedy tastes.

Then I see this clip from Date Movie of a cat taking a dump, and I laugh so hard I cry.

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