Mr. Jones and Me Tell Each Other Fairy Tales

Let me say right off the bat that I spent a couple minutes debating whether to use lyrics from the Counting Crows or Talking Heads song titled Mr. Jones. It was a tough call, but I went with one the common man would appreciate.

The Mr. Jones I am referring to in the title of this post is TRS?'s very own Mexico Jones. You see, Mexico has come to the Metropolitan Area today in order to attend the annual Highwoods Frisbee Golf Tournament. He also made no plans as to what to do once he arrived at JFK International Airport. I asked one of his housemates repeatedly throughout the past couple weeks if he would be needing a ride but was rebuffed by said housemate every time, told that it was taken care of. Despite these proclamations I was not surprised to learn via text message a few hours ago that Mexico didn't really have a plan concerning what to do when he landed. Mexico and I eventually settled upon me picking him up in Hoboken, but that was over an hour ago and I have yet to hear from him again. In the meantime I figured I would write about one of the funniest lines I have ever heard someone say. You can probably already figure out who said it.

It happened during last year's Highwood's Tournament. A group of us had all headed into the woods to go "set up the tent" (this has become a euphemism for other activities over the years, though there is always an effort to set up a tent or tents) in the woods. As we set one of the tents up we were treated to a suffocatingly awful smell from the interior of it. Mexico summed up it better than any of us by saying "It smells like the Devil's balls."

I don't know why, but that line had me in stitches at the moment and still makes me laugh to this day. Maybe the mental image of Lucifer's testicles and what is most certainly a rank smell that they exude is something I find particularly hilarious.

I think the line would have been received better had more people been listening to Mexico so I made sure to take note of it at that very moment. Nowadays it lives on in my Facebook profile, waiting for it to strike again, perhaps this weekend.