March 17, 2013
you make a dirty joke.
From what I understood, my friend, Nick, has been having a problem with birds living in his walls. Apparently a woodpecker drilled a hole, then made it all cozy in the space between the drywall. Then the bird had to have babies, and those babies had to go and make more noise.
Just watching him reenact the sounds and create wild arm gestures of a bird caught in drywall, I gathered that he didn't enjoy the new occupants.
Sam was very keen on helping this problem. "Okay," she began thoughtfully. "We can do this!" She sounded like she had a plan, even had her index finger on her chin to show that she was in deep thought. "Now who was Woody Woodpecker's nemesis?" she asked us, prompting some brainstorming for the small circle around her.
There was a small second of hesitation before I got it, knowing the answer with a quick snap of my fingers. Like an incredible a-ha moment. Wood Woodpecker's nemesis, he battled trees most likely, I remember his weird laugh, Woody Woodpecker's nemesis had to be, "Incompetence!"
And that was the crass joke for the day.