Alissa: “Why are we here?”
“Well, we had to get gas, and it’s right there…”
Perky greeter: “Can I interest you in some SPAMples?!?!?!?!?!?!?!”
Amanda: “…………………………………………..no thanks.”
Yeah, you’ll have to brainwash me first. Like you seem to have done to this cheery, dead-eyed lady cutout.
Kim, upon viewing the phrase “pork packers” on a wagon replica (pictured above): “Hey, you could shorten that to ‘porkers’! Hahahaha”
Amanda: “Yes, that would be quite the porkmanteau.* HAHAHAHA”
*This is a play on the word “portmanteau.” Full disclosure, I had to look up the exact definition of portmanteau to make sure I was using it right. Jokes are funniest when you have to explain them, right? Thought so.
Informational placard: “Whatever you’ve heard is in SPAM luncheon meat, isn’t! Many people have made jokes about what’s in SPAM, but the ingredients list is actually short and straightforward.” [Sure.]
…because what sober person would consent to eating SPAM?
50s housewife cutout, to her husband: “What can I do for my lord and master?”
Husband: “Cook that SPAM bake a little faster!”
Maybe she’s being sarcastic. Or maybe the 50s were the worst.
Well, it was no potato museum, but on the bright side, we didn’t stay very long.