Practicalmadness

I’ve been an occasional contributor at An Exquisite Corpse since the site relaunched earlier this year, if by “occasional” you mean that one corpse I participated in and that other one that got sent to me while I was in Vegas that I couldn’t complete.

Anyway, I just got asked by the fates (if by “the fates,” you mean the computer program at An Exquisite Corpse that randomly assigns players to corpses) to start a new corpse, and this is what I came up with:

I think it’s an interesting image, if by “interesting” you mean…

Well. I’m sure you can fill in your own ending to this joke. I’m already tired of it. I want to shoot it. This joke? Let me tell you about this joke. This joke killed my brother. It raped my sister and stoled my bible. This joke is a no-good, low-down dirty varmint! A villain! A blackguard! This joke is more evil than the lame unfunny reference to the new Coldplay album I was going to make but thankfully did not!

The only solution is to kill it. It must die. And the only way to kill a joke, as we all know, is to overuse it. Tire it out. Ruin it for everyone, and while we’re at it, overexplain it. Or maybe even spend two or three paragraphs going on about how horrible it is. Yeah, that’s the stuff — that’ll make us never want to speak of it again. That will render it moribund, inert, puffed full of useless overlong adjectives and invective! Kaput! Deceased!

Especially if by “deceased” you mean…