Saw a good t-shirt last night.

Said, "I'm not a doctor, but I'll take a look."
No really. It was funny, you just had to be there.
It wasn't the typical sunburned cable-guy type
who'd wear the "Moustache Rides, 5 Cents" greasy, sweaty cap.
It was a woman with gold-rimmed sunglasses
who looked like a 4th grade teacher.
One who'd take her shoe off and threaten you with it
if you didn't share your crayons with that creepy kid
with the chipped tooth, the one
who wears grass-stained socks with his sandals
and picks his nose while he stares you right in the eye,
and his mom and dad always look mean and
have to start their car, a station wagon with wood paneling,
with a red screwdriver, and the antenna is broken off, clean off...
what's that kid's name?...Oh yeah: Cliff.
That's it.
Still not funny?
Ok, it must be the decongestants then.