Chuck is funnier 7 out of 9 times ... such garbage

Here's another idea that seemed really swell at the time ...

Our friend Ellen was in town recently, and one night we nonchalantly suggested that we, you know, loosen up with some drinks ... relax ... kick back ... and have a little fun.

Right away, Ellen — like most of the guests we put in this "situation" — was not having it.

And I get that. What we were suggesting is not for everyone. However, usually when this happens we try to gently persuade the guest to expand her horizons, overcome her shyness and try new things:

"Don't judge it yet. Just give it a chance."

"Yeah, just rid yourself of inhibitions. You might like it. Three people makes it more A LOT MORE fun."

"Definitely. It'll mean a lot to us, too ..."

"... and you could really learn something about yourself."

"Or, you know, you can call the Hampton Inn Bluffton and see what those guys have going on tonight ... are those your suitcases?"

See, the thing is, it's not easy owning something as awesome as the New Yorker Cartoon Caption Game. It requires 3 or more players, and we are but 2 during most days of our lives.

Sure, we could just entertain ourselves by writing captions and trying them out on each other, but that's so old school. As a matter of fact, I kind of feel like Chuck invented this game. Back before a machine was created to delete the captions off cartoons, he was using his finger to cover them up and then competing with me for funny rewrites. (Whoever got the biggest laugh won). We totally should be getting royalties ... psychiatrists don't pay for themselves, you know.

Now, because we like Ellen, we decided to change it up a little. Make it easier. Less intimidating.

Instead of playing by the rules, Chuck and I were just going to pull cards, write captions and make Ellen judge them ... no pressure ... just pick the funnier person is all.

Turns out Ellen apparently misunderstood the rules.

Because she picked Chuck.

Seven times.

What, I ask you, is so funny about "Me Tarzan. You all fired."? Or "Just call me the 'Guido in the Speedo'"?

Nothing. (Especially not to jungle-dwelling CEOs or Italian mobsters considering a new look).

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