The Bad Mind-Reader
From the comedic genius of ... The Genius ... comes this fantastic idea.
He happily suggested that *anybody* could be a mind-reader, as long as you offer up the disclaimer that you're bad at it.
Then he put on hand up on his forehead and pointed at me. "Is your name... Jim?" "You are correct!", I shouted. "Because 'Jim' is, in fact, a name! And I have one of those!"
"See," he explained. "Jeff gets it."
His hand went back up to his forehead. "I see that you know somebody who has died... in the past 20 years... OK, maybe a friend of yours knows someone... ah, you just lost a pet... you hate pets?..."
I think the "Bad Mind-Reader" gag is a winner. It gives me the freedom to walk up to anybody, anytime, and tell them "You should be ashamed!... do you think about your mother with that mind?"
Labels: The Genius
2 Comments:
Get out of my mind!!!!
You don't know where it's been.
I know where Phil's mind has been. He's right. You should stay out.
Maybe he should put up a fence. And possibly take down the 'tequila served here sign'
Blogword is allipsycho Which makes my point exactly. (firm nod)
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