What the fuck is good taste? Is it in good
taste to tell Joe his hair looks like shit, or is there a thin line between
good taste and honesty? Does good taste negate honesty? Is
that the concept? What all is considered bad taste? According
to a trivia paper the life expectancy of a taste bud is ten days and you
have only a limited supply of them. How long until you can't tell
good taste from bad? Honesty is in good taste as long as you don't
have to eat it. Crow, that is. Showering with your pregnant
Cocker Spaniel while singing I Feel Pretty might be fun, but is it in good
taste? Now let's add a little twist to this scenario. Showering
with your pregnant dog, singing I Feel Pretty, and filming it. Sick?
Maybe. Bad taste? I don't think so. Now, to shower with
your pregnant Cocker Spaniel while singing I Feel Pretty, film it, and
show it to your relatives with heart conditions might seem a bit eccentric,
but not necessarily in bad taste. My definition of bad taste is watching
a 42 hour Jerry Lewis film festival, non-stop, and then showering with
your pregnant pooch and telling the highlights of this near-religious experience
to your relatives with heart conditions on film. But that may be
pushing the gauntlet. "Surgical gloves for kinky sex: Good
taste or bad etiquette?" on the next Rikki Lake Show.
Is it in bad taste to wear your sister's emerald
green evening dress with ruby red flats? Is it in bad taste to ask
the priest of your church for a quickie in the confessional booth?
Is it in bad taste to jab someone in the eye with a spork, singing Innagodadavida
and dancing an Irish jig with fuzzy bunny slippers on? Of course
not. Or maybe it is. Who do we turn to to get the goods on
this whole taste thing? Julia Childs? Wolfgang Puck?
Plucky Duck and Buster Bunny? How about the Animaniacs? Or
Zack the Lego-Maniac? I think they should make Legos without any
pegs. Better yet, they should just make Lego pegs. You know,
something to give to small children that they'll choke on. I wonder
how they would taste? Ever wonder what Julia Childs would taste like?
Or even better, Babs? Especially if they were garnished with Legos.
Have you ever wondered why Trix are for kids, why Frosted Flakes have that
flavor you've grown to love? Does anyone care? Ever wonder
why when you really need to eat something the best thing you can find is
something that comes in a microwavable tray? Did you ever notice
that I'm beginning to sound like Andy Rooney?
This is page two. There are many like it, but
this one is mine and that makes it very special. Are you impressed?
Great, next time I'll charge a cover. Not cash, mind you, for I have
no need for worthless monetary compensation. I want something that
will get me thrown in jail. From what Joe tells me, prison was fun
but he couldn't take the pressures of dating. His roommate Bubba
made Joe do all sorts of nasty things. That's why you'll see Joe
smokin' a cigar and getting misty every now and again, muttering words
of love about a certain Mr. Bubba "The Jackhammer" Jacobs and being driven
like a rivet.
Is an Hieronymus Bosch print in good taste?
Compared to Dogs Playing Poker, certainly not. So then it all depends
on one's basis for comparison, doesn't it? Weird Al Yankovic is in
good taste when compared to Clint Black. Robert Williams is in good
taste when compared to Ruebens. Madonna is in good taste when compared
to...well maybe that's pushing the envelope a bit too far. Prophylactics.
Isn't that a silly word? Prophylactics. It sounds more like
a prescription drug than a rubber (with reservoir tip). If ever the
time comes when I'll get to have sex, I hope that I can find a condom shaped
like a duck. A big blue one. Rubber ducky, you're the one,
you make bath time lot's of fun, cause when it's time for me to scrub,
you're the one I love. Food without pain is like sex without taste.
You ever wonder how Elvis wiped his butt? Was he right or left handed?
Was he a Charmin kind of individual, or did he go for the quicker picker
upper? If you recall, Elvis' corpse was apparently found on the can,
so I think his choice of toilet paper is an important factor in the death
of the King. Why haven't the toilet paper companies picked up on
this yet? Wouldn't the brand Elvis used want to advertise?
Perhaps even rename themselves The King's Choice. And why hasn't
Oliver Stone picked up on this yet? There's got to be a conspiracy
in there somewhere.
Come with us as we take you through the flashback
sequence. Watch as we examine the events as the really happened.
Exhibit A: Aug 16, 1977, 8:00 a.m.
Elvis wakes up and goes
to the can.
Exhibit B: Aug 16, 1977, 9:00 a.m.
Elvis is still in the can
(the King liked his fiber).
Exhibit C: Aug 16, 1977, 2:15 p.m.
Elvis is found, dead.
Need we say more? First of all the key piece
of evidence is missing. Where is the King's stool sample? It
seems rather funny to us that the King, with his last dying breath, would
flush the toilet. Since this is highly unlikely and no stool sample
has been brought before us, we decided that the stool sample in question
either does not exist, or someone removed it from the scene before it could
be recorded as evidence (weight, color, density. All the pertinent
information).
This was probably in very bad taste, but I really
don't care. Elvis had an entire living room upholstered in yellow
and black zebra striped Nauga Hyde. This was a man who was obviously
too rich to have good taste. The man wore Dacron bell-bottomed jumpsuits
with sequins and rhinestones. Case closed. End of story.
Where does taste live? In the heart?
In the mind? In the tongue? Speaking of tongue, I went into
the supermarket just the other day looking for gefilte fish and you know
what? It ain't cheap any more. They got it all priced like
it's caviar or something. Do you have any idea what comprises gefilte
fish? Carp and whitefish and every other junk fish you can imagine.
What's wrong with people today? Eh, some people wouldn't know taste
if it bit them on the ass. What do you know from taste?