In the grand tradition of the world's finest Lea Thompson joke, I give you…the world's finest John Cusack joke.
After my birthday party a few weeks ago, I'm leaving the bar with my friends Sarah and Dave and they're in the mood for Korean food. How fortuitous, since we happen to be in Koreatown, though it's a difficult choice since we're immediately faced with about five restaurants right across the the street.
We cross the road and notice a guy standing in front of the restaurants, smoking a cigarette. The fellow looked enough like John Cusack that the subsequent joke worked, though in fairness, we were all a bit tipsy. It's quite possible he looked only vaguely Cusackian in nature, so basically he might've looked like Miles Teller. Anyway, Sarah asks the guy if the place he just left is any good, and he says 'yeah,' then I think starts walking down the street. We all just start filing towards the door even though we technically haven't made our decision, though then this happens…
Sarah: Let's just go here. John Cusack says it's good.
Me: You can't trust John Cusack. That guy will say anything.
Happy birthday, me. My gift to myself was coming up with the best possible John Cusack joke for that possible moment, and quite probably for any moment. The only possible exception would be if you were ever walking down the street and saw the actual John Cusack wearing a Cuban flag t-shirt. You could say, "I didn't know John Cusack was a communist." Then your witty friend could come back with, "Oh yeah, Cusack loves Cuba because of its high Fidel-ity."
Actually wait, screw that, that's awful. My joke was better. Actually wait, forget it, that's awful. My joke was better. "Aren't they both YOUR jokes, Mark?" Shut up, pretend set-up man from that scenario.
N.B. the Korean restaurant indeed was pretty good.
After my birthday party a few weeks ago, I'm leaving the bar with my friends Sarah and Dave and they're in the mood for Korean food. How fortuitous, since we happen to be in Koreatown, though it's a difficult choice since we're immediately faced with about five restaurants right across the the street.
We cross the road and notice a guy standing in front of the restaurants, smoking a cigarette. The fellow looked enough like John Cusack that the subsequent joke worked, though in fairness, we were all a bit tipsy. It's quite possible he looked only vaguely Cusackian in nature, so basically he might've looked like Miles Teller. Anyway, Sarah asks the guy if the place he just left is any good, and he says 'yeah,' then I think starts walking down the street. We all just start filing towards the door even though we technically haven't made our decision, though then this happens…
Sarah: Let's just go here. John Cusack says it's good.
Me: You can't trust John Cusack. That guy will say anything.
Happy birthday, me. My gift to myself was coming up with the best possible John Cusack joke for that possible moment, and quite probably for any moment. The only possible exception would be if you were ever walking down the street and saw the actual John Cusack wearing a Cuban flag t-shirt. You could say, "I didn't know John Cusack was a communist." Then your witty friend could come back with, "Oh yeah, Cusack loves Cuba because of its high Fidel-ity."
Actually wait, screw that, that's awful. My joke was better. Actually wait, forget it, that's awful. My joke was better. "Aren't they both YOUR jokes, Mark?" Shut up, pretend set-up man from that scenario.
N.B. the Korean restaurant indeed was pretty good.
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