I’m in Spain, in an amazing house in the middle of a river. We’re about to play King Domino.
Me: There should be a board game where the board is a to-scale photo of the butt of Ted Danson.
Our Spanish host: What would it be called?
A beat.
Me: “The Butt of Ted Danson.”
They all love it.
Me: Or maybe “With Ted Danson”?
They’re less impressed.
Spanish host: Huh?
Me: Instead of “Butt With Ted Danson”, which could be confusing, it can just be called “With Ted Danson”.
Blank stares.
Me (legitimately mad, mostly at myself because I should have left it at my initial “The Butt of Ted Danson” and not tried to keep the riff going): I thought we were still in the brainstorming part!
I hide under the table.
The Butt of Ted Danson