While listening to NPR's podcast of "Wait, Wait... Don't Tell Me" -- which is sort of the radio equivalent of Hollywood Squares -- the topic of discussion turned to the neo-nazi sympathies of the guy who created those useless brine shrimp "pets" marketed as "Sea Monkeys."
One of the panelists made the following painfully-unfunny joke: "Was his autobiography called Sea Monkey Kampf?"
I'd like to offer the follwing replacement to anyone else who was as negatively impacted by this unfortunately unfunny joke as I was:
"Was his autobiography called Brine Kampf?"
It may not be hilarious, but at least it makes sense.
When I'm really tired, everything becomes really funny. And I don't just mean that to me everything is funny, I mean it actually becomes funny.
For example, after a few minutes of talking like a robot, putting robots in famous movie situations and pop songs, and saying non-robotty things in a robotty manner, I spontaneously invented the most brilliant joke ever.
What do androids take to relieve cold symptoms? Robotussin.
See what I mean?
As a bonus, here's a hilarious concept that needs a bit of work still: Imagine the pickup lines robots might use at a singles bar.