People don’t tell jokes any more. As all adolescents and pundits (and detached critics who believe they can forever jump out of the system and analyse it without being a part of it) know, a straight joke gets you lynched, unless you attempt to step back to a higher plane of omnijoculence and do a rap-gesture at it from a safe distance. But here we go anyway. I got a present for Christmas. It said on it:

• Small parts
• Choking Hazard
• Keep Away From Children
• May Contain Nuts

Now I think everyone should have writing on their underwear!

(ba-da boom-chi!)