Everyone has family jokes. Outside of the insular realm of your closest relatives these laughers, at best, make no sense at all, and at worst, are assuredly pretty lame.
One of our family staples for dinner time is the venerable tex-mex standby, fajitas. This occasion gives me the opportunity to whip out one of my favorite “beaten into the ground more than Britney Spears’ self esteem” family wisecrack.
Passerby: “What’s for dinner?”
Me: (Pronounced phonetically) “Sizzling Fah-jye-tahs!”