Damsel in distress, indeed.

I fear anything I write here would only detract from the quiet absurdity of the piece. I’d hate to do anything that might over-explain it, because I enjoy humor that leaves empty the spaces between things. It’s a dangerous line to tread, of course. You want to land the ball somewhere just outside the bounds of Good Sense but just inside the lines of Complete Fucking Anarchy. This is why some of the greats like the Pythons or the Kids in the Hall are so funny. There’s a¬†bizarre¬†consistency to their lunacy. It’s not that it doesn’t make sense, it makes it’s own sense.

Also, this joke involved a toilet, and toilets are always funny. Hee hee. Poo.