leave your inhibitions at the door
I know I’m supposed to be wayyyy more mature than this, but the Pieholes and I have been bonding as of late over these … these… these…
And it’s not just us. The internet’s been exploding lately with short clips people make featuring that punchline.
and my personal favorite…
This all might sound familiar to some of you long-time FWH readers. In one of my earliest posts I wrote about how my buddy Botha got the nickname “Botha.” We used to work at a wine store and I pranked called him one day –
Hedonist (probably in an Indian accent): Hello, wine department?
Friend: Yes, this is the wine department
H: Do you have wine?
F: Yes, we have wine.
H: I’m looking for a wine from California named Botha.
F: That doesn’t sound familiar.
H: (Shocked) You’ve never heard of Botha?
F: No, I’m sor-
H: It’s Botha Dezenutts in your mouth!!!
I wrote about that in June 2011 – damn, I’ve been doing this that long? – and the call happened years before that. By no means am I claiming responsibility for the gag, though. I did a little research on the origins of the joke, and I believe they have roots in Compton, California, circa 1992.
OK, just kidding, I did zero research on this. The point is, I’ve been loving the joke for years. Maybe decades? And it never gets old. Even though I did.