testify!

Barely-not-mainstream reference does not a joke make. Cite: that New Yorker cartoon that has been inexplicably hanging in my bathroom since I moved in that makes reference to the Argentine banking crisis but does not, mind you, contain any sort of humorous element whatsoever. Also, I fucking hate Family Circus, though I am still in possession of an XXL t-shirt signed by it's creator (caption: "Didn't god bless these leftovers last night?") that I received at a conference for Christian booksellers. Also sighted at said conference: the most homoerotic religious painting ever, depicting Christ holding/caressing a man by his hot, sweaty, pulled up t-shirt exposed six-pack. And also sighted at said conference: me, at a Christian book conference, for some unknown reason, gorging on Testa-mints. True story.