Archive for the ‘5 Ws’ Category
Who… handled shellfish?
What… is that scratching post doing over there?
Where… did all these old, dusty clothes come from?
When… did I do a bump of pollen?
Why… does this pudding taste like peanuts and ragweed?
Who… keeps pinching me?
What… is a Blarney Stone?
Where… do leprechauns sleep?
When… is the appropriate time to barf green eggs and ham?
Why…. is Steve Miller Band playing?
Who… gave me these coconuts?
What… happened on the poop deck?
Where… are my sea legs?
When… did we get married?
Why… is Kathie Lee Gifford winking at me?
You always hear about the 5 Ws in journalism. You also hear about a 6th letter, H (How), but I don’t feel like messing around with that letter tonight. Take that, H! You think you’re so cool being the 8th letter of the alphabet. Well I hereby demote you.
Anyway, here are the 5 Ws that would mean things have gone horribly awry.
Who… did I sleep with?
What… did I sign?
Where… did this toe tag come from?
When… did I lose all this blood?
Why… is that gnome winking at me?