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|Saturday Stupidity: Anniversary Edition|
One year ago, on June 4, 2005, the first Saturday Stupidity was posted on our old blogspot site (our first post was on May 31). We are celebrating that momentus occasion by retelling that first story here today. Ladies and gentlemen, return with me, if you will, to days of yore, to a magical time when the Thirsty Theologian was young, when... OK, yes, I'm recycling an old joke, just like your weird Uncle Bob always does. Look at it this way: how many of you have weird uncles who manage to go a whole year without repeating a joke? I first heard this joke from a rather odd but genial neighbor when I was a kid in Montana. It is actually one of my favorite varieties of jokes, a "shaggy dog" with a pun-ch line. My good neighbor moved away before I did, so neither of us is still there. So thanks, Rick, wherever you are. I hope you're still making eyes roll. I know I am.
The king of a primitive tribe was so well loved by his people that they hired one of their artisans to carve an ornate throne to celebrate the anniversary of his coronation.
When they presented it to him, he was so delighted that he had the throne hauled into his grass hut immediately. There, he faced a dilemma: what to do with the old throne. For lack of a better idea, he had it hauled up into his attic.
That very night, while he was sleeping, the sticks and grass of the attic floor gave way under the weight of the old throne, which fell on the king and killed him.
The moral of the story: People who live in grass houses shouldn’t stow thrones.