I like to laugh. This is probably no big surprise. When I was in college, I was picked out of the audience at a comedy club for one of those Don't Laugh competitions. The comedian does his schtick for two minutes, and if you don't laugh, you get a t-shirt or something else inane. So I go up there and sit on the stool, and he takes out this stuffed dog and introduces me to it. And then he slams it on the floor and yells, "SIT!"
And I crack up. It wasn't even that funny, but the fact that I wasn't supposed to laugh made it impossible for me to resist.
I owe KC a big salute for making me snarf over her suggestion of the Spice Girls as the dance squad for my marching band. Yeah, this was a couple of days ago, but I was distracted by the party at the House of Snarf.
Still, as much as I love all things Spice, I'm not sure that the Spice Girls really have enough flair to be the dancers for my band. Because remember, I've got Zom Cruise, the Teletubbies, Batman, and a Pampire on the field. (Not to mention ME, because I exude coolness like a rockstar exudes fish. Which is to say, not at all.)
So I've decided that the girlies of Spice will need to take their act up a notch if they're going to hang with us. And you know what that means: Vampire, Werewolf, or Zombie. They've got to commit to one of these groups. Personally, I'm thinking zombie, because that would make for some killer dance moves. There's the Lurch and Moan, the Lurch and Moan in Platform Shoes, and the Lurch, Jiggle and Moan. The possibilities are endless.
And really, the world needs a Posh Zombie, don't you think?