Hey, Cheer Up

I recently completed work on a program about Halloween displays. The real stars of the show are the people who get out of control setting up haunted houses and elaborate yard displays. They take pride in making kids and adults scream in fear on one night a year.

There were two, for lack of a better term, pee jokes. One was a soundbite from a "haunter" who explained that over their radio came a call from a woman in the haunted garage that someone had wet themselves. "We've got a pee-er!" she cried out. The couple let out a big laugh knowing that they had done their job. Proof of performance, no?

Sadly the note from the network came back:

"We don’t need her saying pee their pants!"

OK, no big deal.

The other joke was written in. It made reference to a creator's sign that laid out the rules. At the bottom of the beautifully crafted sign was the last commandment:

"No Wetting."

The narrator's line was something about how it was a good thing he wore his watertight costume. Silly and harmless fun, right?

This time the network note had a tone that initially made me bitter.

"Why would you highlight wetting yourself? What are you, 5?"

But now the note itself makes me howl. All I can figure is that they left out the little smiley face emoticon at the end.

The reason I share this is because yesterday my brother in law sent this clip along. I played it about five times in a row because it made me laugh out loud each time.

Here's the level of my sense of humor lately.

And yes, thank you, I am 5!