Mondays are rough days. There’s the first subway ride of the week packed with school-bound rug rats. There’s the tedious water cooler discussions about what various office member’s offsprings did over the weekend. Wow, your kid won the swim meet. I like swimming too. In fact, this weekend I woke up naked in my bathtub where I passed out after drinking an entire bottle of Jose Cuervo.
As a respite to Monday’s blues, we at Take Back the Island want to introduce our most favorite feature, DEAD BABY JOKE MONDAYS. You can tell it’s our favorite because we tickle its chin and talk baby talk to it. Aren’t oo pweshus, dead baby joke? Oo so snuggly-wuggly!
Let’s start things off on a philosphical kick:
If a tree falls on a baby in the forest, and no one is
around to hear it, is it still hilarious?
Yes it is.
We’re here all week, folks. Tip your waitress. Feel free to repeat this when the gushy mom in the next cube won’t shut up about the stupid “funny” thing her kid said this weekend. You can thank us later.