I watched as my mom ate a Butterfinger. Tempted

I watched as my mom ate a Butterfinger. Tempted for some, I said, "Hey mom, finger me." Her face expression got me to notice how incredibly wrong that sounded.

This was how Mike Myers started in comedy.

A Venetian glass blower created a stunning vase that was sold in a local market. Mike Myers was walking through the market and saw the vase before asking to buy the vase. Mike was

comes vigor mortis, for what goes up must come down, he said. The craftsfolk stared blankly, but he needed the vase for his "florist friars" pun. "Do you prefer knock-knock jokes?"

No response. Wow. Last resort: he pulled out a banana peel, laid it down on the sidewalk and slipped on it on purpose.THAT did it! They burst out laughing and handed him the vase.

He shook his head at the sadist mimes, and stole their wallets the second they turned away to re-enter their invisible boxes. As he walked away with the vase, he wondered

what it might contain. Ambiguous noises. He almost stuck his arm in the vase, but stopped. He could smash it, but maybe he could sell it on Ebay. Then again, in a down economy

perhaps the best thing to do with it was pickle cucumbers in it. His thoughts drifted off randomly snatching at improbable scenarios that had nothing to do with the vase. It's secr

et remained with him for he settled on his most unlikely idea and took a bath in it, and literally got himself in a pickle.