- I was eating a six-pack of Cinnabons...at the Met.
- I had a job interview in the afternoon, but I hadn't showered in a couple days; so I scrubbed down with some paper towels and hand sanitizer in a public bathroom...at the Met.
- For some reason, I noticed a lot of red lint the last time I cleaned out my belly button...at the Met.
And, mathematically speaking, highbrow art + lowbrow comedy should be at least middlebrow cultural fare.
So, why do I feel so dirty when I laugh and laugh and laugh at this?