Another Lowbrow Tribute to the King…Larry.

Until the beginning of autumn, the only things falling from the sky here in Gyeonggi Province were North Korean trash balloons. And sure, stuffing balloons with poo might be funny in Pyongyang, but they’re going to wonder what happened to all the fertilizer when it comes time to plant next year.

Coincidentally, many streets in South Korea are lined with ginkgo trees, which turn a beautiful bright yellow in the fall. Unfortunately, they also drop fruit onto the sidewalk, and that fruit smells EXACTLY like…dog poo.

Amidst all the falling leaves, trash balloons and ginkgo fruit, my brain set to thinking about some things:

If today is a crisp fall day, might tomorrow be crunchy and might the weekend have an entirely different mouthfeel?

I’ll bet one-hit-wonder bands can get a lot of encores if they just hold off on playing that one song.

Supplies of EVERYTHING are limited, when you think about it.

Am I the ONLY one with simple business to conduct at the bank? Ditto for the post office.

In basketball, it’s possible to let your guard down in two different ways.

I think Neil Young has to change “Old Man” in concert. It has to be either “Young Man” or “Really Old Man.”

Is havoc the only thing that ever gets wreaked?

When I was in high school, I worked for a cleaning company, and we cleaned a bank and the offices of an oil refinery. Can you guess which trash cans had more tobacco spit?

My high school buddies and I played in an indoor soccer league. Our team name was Gerald Ford’s Imaginary Friends.

Do bored sailors do a lot of naval gazing?

Barry Manilow sang “I Write the Songs,” but he didn’t even write that song, so I don’t trust a word he says.

The kazoo is the poor man’s saxophone.

I was excited to see my friend Eric’s new exotic pet, but what I thought was a meerkat was a mere cat.

I hear a lot of negative references to “Dad Jokes.” As far as I can tell, a dad joke is just a funny joke that isn’t dirty, and has no cussin’.

Let’s face it, if you’re pre-ordering, you’re just ordering. The “pre” is a virtue signal.

For that extra edge, some people micro-dose LSD. I micro-dose plastics.

Why don’t more people wear orange shirts? Not many orange cars either.

Winnie the Pooh. Is Pooh a title? How did he get to be a Pooh? Through valor?

I wonder if food is ever served “insults of the chef.”

Thank y’all if you made it this far. Your patience may wear thin, but it looks good on you.