I did a joke at work, you guys.
Whilst taking down the details of a young couple that were wanting to join our mailing list at work, I was told that the name of their street was ‘Sandwich Grove’ (which is hilarious because a grove is like a woody area where you grow shit, so… it’s where you grow sandwiches?). I laughed to myself a little, and they told me that all of the streets near them had golf related names, because they were near a famous golf course. The man began spouting off a few amusing examples, like ‘Green Lane’ and ‘Bunker Street’, until I chimed in and said ‘Just down the road from Drive Drive, I assume?’, which is a fucking terrific joke, because a drive is obviously a golf shot, but also, like, a driveway leading into a cul-de-sac. Get it? Get it? The man laughed and the lady laughed and repeated it out loud, and I quietly basked in the reverence of my customers, and the pride that it instills in me, and after they left my co-worker was like ‘That was fucking shit’, because apparently she doesn’t appreciate my genius.
Hell yes! LOL I love that growing sammiches thing. :P
We have a small town near here called “Oldham” (which we pronounce as “Old-ham,” not “Ol-dum”). They have long since consolidated their schools with other little towns, so I have no idea what they called their sports teams in the old days, but I always say “Home of the ‘Sandwiches'” when someone says “Oldham,” and I never ever get even a chuckle out of it from anyone but me.