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?
(Pause)
Me: “The Butt of Ted Danson.”
They all love it.
Me: Or “With Ted Danson”?
(They’re less impressed.)
Spanish host: Huh?
Me: Instead of “Butt With Ted Danson”, which could be confusing, just “With Ted Danson”.
(Blank stares.)
Me (legitimately mad, although mostly at myself because I should have left it at “The Butt of Ted Danson” and not tried to keep the riff going): I THOUGHT WE WERE STILL IN THE BRAINSTORMING PART!
I then hide under the table.
The Butt of Ted Danson