A Joke In Reserve

A couple of weeks ago, I read a most excellent joke. I don't remember the source, but some blogger was complaining about a particular noise, saying it sounded like a cross between Justin Bieber and a Vuvuzela.

The Vevuzela, for those who may not know, is a horn that South African fans bring to World Cup games. You get thousands of the dang things, all being blown at once, and it sounds like a few million angry bees are swarming. And it never stops.

Justin Beiber, of course, is far worse.

I call it a "Stealth Vovoozala" joke. You don't think it's going to be a South African horn joke, and then WHAMMO! Plus, "Vuvuzela" is a really fun word to say. You always get at least one onlooker who is scared that the word may not be appropriate in mixed company.

Even since then, I've been keeping that joke in reserve, ready to strike at a moment's notice. Conversation would naturally shift to some annoying noise, and then...

"Wow, that sounds like a cross between a fire alarm and a vazoozela!"

"Oh man, that sounds like a cross between cats mating and a vayvusalsa!"

"Yikes, that sounds like a cross between Rob Schneider's laugh and a Vuvuzaloid!"

The possibilities are endless. Unfortunately, "annoying noises" don't get mentioned in my circle of friends as often as you might think. Heck, you'd think "annoying noises" would get a shout-out every time I open my mouth.

And so here I sit, waiting for my most excellent semi-improve joke to bear wings and lash out into the world. Like a swarm of angry bees.

*sigh*

Thank goodness I don't have to spell "Vuvuzela" in conversation.