Dancing Grandpas.

So there's always a lot of little kids near the laundry room for some reason ("yaaaaay! i lOve lauNdree!"), and it makes me think of my own childhood. Today I thought of a joke (is it really a joke or what is it?) that was REALLY popular when I was about 6. Everyone was asking each other, trying to trick one another:

Q: "So in The Blue House Mr. Blue lives. Mr. Green lives in the Green House, Mr. Purple lives in the Purple House, and Mr. Red lives in the Red House. Can you guess who lives in the Yellow House?"
A: "Mr. Yellow?"
Q: "And who lives in the Black House"
A: "Mr. Black!"
Q: "Right, and who lives in the White House?"
A: "Mr. White!"
Q: "No, you idiot, Bill Clinton does! Jeez, don't you know ANYTHING?"


Also today during work whenever I felt like I couldn't go on, I thought of that Yes HD commercial. It really does bring a smile to my face. When the joy of imagining hundreds of hasidim dancing to the YMCA died down, I began imagining other inappropriate dancers. I thought of hundreds of clones of Abraham Lincoln dancing, hundreds of clones of Martin Luther King, Jr, and hundreds of clones of my own grandpa. I gotta say, grandpa was the most entertaining.