A Meatball Walks Into a Bar

I’ve been feeling pretty pleased by all these “official” days March has been serving up in the last week or so.

Hug Me I'm 1/2 Italian

Hug me, it’s 2008.

Immediately following International Women’s Day, the good citizens of America were bequeathed with National Meatball Day, which I fully intend to celebrate this weekend by tucking into some saucy balls with my “Hug Me I’m Half Italian” bib simultaneously tucked into a pair of high-waisted sweatpants.

(Watch out, New York. I’m redefining the way high-fashion and meatpacking intersect.)

Also, apparently last Friday was National Grammar Day, so here are Seven Bar Jokes Involving Grammar and Punctuation, from the McSweeney’s archive.

A personal favorite:

“A dangling modifier walks into a bar. After finishing a drink, the bartender asks it to leave.”

If you need me, I’ll be at The Meatball Shop stretching out the old nerd-pants.