A Funny Thing, Revisited
By Jami Ward
OK. It's that time of year again. No, I'm not referring to
Fall, although that's coming, too. I mean it's almost time for the
Southern Comfort Conference in Atlanta, and that means that it's time
for me to be lazy and recycle my comedy routine from last year's
Southern Comfort. That way, I won't be tempted to be lazy when I'm
there, too, and just reuse the same routine again this year...
provided they let me back up on stage.
For those of you who weren't there last year, the following got
big laughs back then, so if it doesn't seem funny now, it must have
been the atmosphere. I guess you had to be there. And for those
of you who were there, remember to laugh at the appropriate
places, just like we rehearsed it.
Howdy! I hope ya'll are having a good time. I am. Did you notice
that I just used the word "y'all" there? That's not for protective
camouflage here in the South, but because it's natural for me because
I'm from Texas, and we use that word too. I know I don't necessarily
look like I'm from Texas. I mean, I'm not wearing a gun. Well, not
that you can see. I don't have big Texas hair. Not that you can see.
I grew up in Texas, and my first long-term job after I left there
was in the United States Navy's submarine service. I went into the
military because my parents told me that it would make a man out of
me. Your tax dollars at work.
Last year, in an attempt to educate folks, I stole a premise from
Jeff Foxworthy. I'm sure you know who Jeff Foxworthy is, since he's a
big TV star, but he has taken it upon himself, as a redneck, to
educate the public at large for signs of incipient redneckness.
Things like "If your mother doesn't take the chew out of her cheek to
swear at the state trooper, you might be a redneck." Since any good
idea is worth stealing, I have some warning signs of my own: If you
live by yourself and people who call your house are surprised when a
man answers, you might be transgendered. If you know that Tri-Ess is
not something you yell out while watching "Wheel of Fortune," you
might be a crossdresser. If you are a skater, cyclist, swimmer or
runner that hates to exercise, hates to sweat, but you shave your
legs just in case you decide to start, you might be a crossdresser.
And, finally if you know that IFGE is not shorthand for a perverted
relationship with small appliances, you might be transgendered.
I'm sure that most of the people in this room have at least a
passing understanding of the word "transvestite". But I thought that
there were some other words you might need to know to further your
education. Some of you may even know that if you only wear cowgirl
outfits, you're probably a transWESTite. If you really like to
wear lederhosen (you know, those leather shorts from Germany), you
might be a HANSvestite. If you are overly fond of railroads and like
to dress up like a choo-choo, then you're a TRAINSvestite, and if you
buy all your clothes 2 sizes too small then they're surely going to
say you're a DressedTooTight.
Do you ever wonder about how things got invented? Take beer for
instance. What is beer? Mashed up grain, mixed with water and herbs
and sugar and allowed to go bad. And then somebody drinks it! How did
this happen in the first place? It's like a chicken and the egg
situation: How do you get drunk enough to drink that crap without
having beer in the first place?
An inventor went to the bank to borrow some money, and he talked
to a loan officer about developing a product. The loan officer of
course wanted to know what his invention was. The inventor said,
"I've come up with a 100% certain solution that will make any woman's
vagina taste like an orange." The loan officer replied, "As unique as
that may seem to you, there are plenty of similar products like that
on the market. We can't loan you money for that, but I will give you
some advice: find a niche that isn't occupied by something and invent
a product to fill it." So the inventor thanked the loan officer for
his honesty and advice and left. Several months went by and the loan
officer noticed that the inventor had started depositing very
substantial sums of money in his account, so on his next trip to the
bank, the banker stopped him on his way out. "I see that you've been
doing pretty well lately. Please tell me that it isn't from that
product we turned you down for." The inventor said, "No, you were
right. I really thank you for your advice, because I took it and
applied basically the same research and developed a product that's
selling like gangbusters." The banker said, "Now, of course, I have
to know what that is. What?" The inventor said, "Well, it's easier to
show you than it is to tell you. Here, take a bite of this orange."
Just so you know, I don't normally tell jokes targeted at a group
that I'm not a member of, but for my friend Michelle I will make an
exception tonight and tell y'all one lawyer joke. What do you call it
when you find a hundred lawyers buried up to their necks in the dirt?
A shortage of dirt.
However because I am from Texas, I can tell you a Texas joke. Two
cowboys, Slim and Tex, have been working out on the range all week,
get into town on the weekend and go to a dance. They walk into the
dance, look across the room and there's a single young woman all by
herself. Slim wanders across the room and says, "Ma'am, would you
like to dance?" She replies, "Well, OK, but I think you need to know
right up front that I'm a lesbian." Slim says, "Ma'am, I really don't
care. I've been working all week, and I just want to dance." So she
accepts, they step out on the dance floor and commence to 2-step
around, and it's obvious that they're pretty good together. When the
song is over, they step to the side and Slim says, "Why don't we step
outside for a beer, take a breath of fresh air and see what
develops." The woman says, "Listen! I told you - I'm a lesbian. Do
you understand what that means? It means I like women - I don't like
men. I like to touch women, fantasize about women, make love to
women. I'm sorry, but we're not going to work out." Slim says, "OK.
I'm sorry," and walks back across to where Tex is standing. Tex says,
"So, what's going on? Y'all looked like you were doing pretty good
there." And Slim says, "Well it just wasn't going to work out. I just
found out something about myself tonight." Tex says, "What's that?"
"That I'm a lesbian."
Before I go, I'd like to leave you with a couple of things to
think about. If a guy with Multiple Personalities Disorder threatens
to commit suicide, is it considered a hostage situation? Despite the
high cost of living have you noticed how popular it still is?
And, if you're here and you're enjoying yourself... you just might
be transgendered."
That's it. I hope a lot of you are planning on coming to
Southern Comfort this year, not just because you'll get to hear my
new routine on Friday night, but also because Southern Comfort is one
of the best gender events around, is educational and is a whole lot
of fun, too. (The preceding has been a paid political announcement.)
See y'all there!