My Year of Laffy Taffy: Days 22 – 28

My Year of Laffy Taffy Days 22 - 28

Day 22

Four weeks in! And they said it couldn’t be done. That madness would have consumed me long since. Well, though the last line of my last post might imply otherwise, I’m still sane and still here. As long as the flavor today isn’t…

Banana. Well, that’s one less for future me to consume.

Q: Why do winners always win?

A: Beats me.

And with that mindset, you never will understand. Stay losing, loser.

Q: What moth is really huge?

A: A mam-moth.

Yeah all right, that’s not bad. “really huge” could use a more succinct, descriptive word like “massive” but maybe there’s a strict limit of one multi-syllabic word per joke.

Fun fact: there actually is a type of moth nicknamed the Mammoth Moth – the cecropia moth. As you might have guessed, it’s called that because it’s… “really huge.” And fuzzy. And… cute?

Wingspans of up to 7 inches! credit: Shawn Hanrahan

Day 23

A day like today calls for a new flavor. Let’s see what our fusion taffy bag has for us.

Strawberry-Orange. Not bad, it finally tastes like something truly new – the artificial orange really comes through. When I close my eyes, I’m transported to the laboratory where the tropical fruit flavors are synthesized, basking in the warm glow of the buzzing incandescent lights that illuminate the tasty research being done there. Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass, a test tube falls to the floor. “Doctor!” someone screams. “The subjects are loose!” An assistant trips on the shards of the newly-broken lab equipment, slicing through their boot and lacerating their heel. Blood seeps through the shoe as its owner picks themselves up and runs for the door, but it’s too late. It’s too late for all of them down there, as the lights continue to hum their gentle, dispassionate sound over the chaos unfolding below.

Mmmm. Laffy Taffy – Spreading Joy on Every Wrapper.

Q: What do you get when you mix molten rock and tropical fruit?

A: Hot guava.

This one is pretty good. The answer lines up with the parameters of the question and is a solid pun I haven’t heard before. A pun isn’t really the type of joke that makes me laugh out loud, as it’s a simplistic form of humor that doesn’t really subvert expectations or make you do a double-take, forcing a guffaw or two. I’m not trying to be a joke snob here, though the premise of this series might imply otherwise, I’m just saying – for a pun to make the corners of my mouth twitch, that’s actually an impressive feat. Nice work, mysterious writer.

Q: Which fruit loves acting the most?

A: Passion fruit.

What is with this fusion bag? Every joke has been fruit themed. This one is mediocre – a lot of things can be done with passion, I don’t know why they decided on acting. To be fair, the first few alternatives that come to mind for a change to the joke wouldn’t be G rated so maybe this is for the best after all…

Day 24

I’ve been slacking on the strawberry front, but you can’t really blame me when each one is like biting into a brick. Somehow, as I tentatively nibbled this berry-flavored approximation of a waxy abomination, I was pleasantly surprised to find it was semi-soft. Maybe keeping the house 70+ degrees all winter has finally thawed out the taffy bucket.

Q: What do you call a king’s rabbit?

A: The hare to the throne.

“Thumbs up” – Ebert, 2025

Wow, I do like this one. Makes perfect sense, a good pun… a solid C+ (which for a Laffy Taffy joke is like getting four stars from Roger Ebert, but even better because I’m actually alive and have good taste).

Q: What’s a good spot for a taste bud?

A: I forgot… It’s on the tip of my tongue.

As I read the question I was thinking a good anti-joke would be for the answer to just be “the tongue.” As it stands, that basically is the answer but with a bonus pun to boot. Not a bad wrapper today, perhaps there is value to continuing my life after all.

Day 25

Sour apple, once again. It’s starting to feel like Groundhog Day.

Q: What did the egg say to the frying pan?

A: You crack me up.

I don’t think most people crack the egg on the pan itself, but even if you did smash it against the side of the pan wouldn’t it then be you who technically cracked it? I wouldn’t tell this joke to my dog.

Q: What type of pic do you take with a surfer?

A: A surfie.

Horrendous, but a decent play on words. I wonder if, in the far flung future (assuming we haven’t bombed ourselves into oblivion), no one will remember what the word “selfie” means?

Day 26

Once again, a strawberry that’s softer than average. Still not the toothpaste-consistency of cherry, but we’re getting there.

Q: What type of turtle likes things fast?

A: The snappy kind.

A banal, bland buffoonery. I don’t even have anything to say about this one, you already know it’s not good. If you think it is, perhaps I could recommend you this book.

Q: What nut has water when you crack it open?

A: A coconut.

Fun fact – I read on Wikipedia that coconut water has allegedly been used in parts of India to kill the elderly. “In this custom, the elderly person is made to drink an excessive amount of coconut water, eventually resulting in fever and death, the exact causes of which have not been determined.” Personally, having to drink or taste coconut in any form would kill me as well, because it sucks.

Day 27

It’s banana, but Wildberry-Banana. So not as bad. Fruit themed jokes? You know it. Now, due to an absolutely crazy coincidence I’m afraid you only get one joke today. Why? Well, against all odds (or at least some of them), the second joke on this wrapper was, word for word, Day 26’s coconut joke. A reused joke isn’t too unlikely, but for it to be on a wrapper from an entirely different bag of flavors, and for me to have read it just the day before – well, that’s just strange I tell you!

Q: What is a vampire’s favorite fruit?

A: Blood orange.

Yeah, I mean I guess. Another fruit I’ll let go without a fight, they’re a little too tart for me. Too much blood, not enough orange. Now we know what Nosferatu was snacking on in that coffin for a few hundred years.

Nosferatu (2024) shadow hand looming over German town
He’s just reaching for his blood oranges, definitely not Johnny Depp’s daughter

Day 28

At last, Mango-Passionfruit. The final untasted flavor I have in my possession – so far. I imagine over the course of this year a sub-goal of my writing project will be to try the most exotic Laffy Taffy flavors ever made – just to reduce some of the monotony. Even the ill-fated chocolate flavor, one of the most abhorrent Wonka spawns ever made.

Anyway, of course there’s a rock hard flavor in this pack too. There must always be one, I suppose. Eating this was a near impossibility and after finally finishing it, I can tell you the juice was not worth the squeeze. A shame, considering it was the only one that didn’t incorporate one of the standard flavors in it. It tasted like a strange, fake pineapple. One of those dum-dums you get at a hairdressers or your grandmothers. Just as brittle too.

Q: Did you hear about the dried grapes?

A: We’ve been raisin awareness.

Alzheimer’s, breast cancer, Parkinson’s – nah, we don’t care about those. Our mission is to raise awareness for raisins. Just where does this self-righteous author get off? They really think dried grapes need any more press?? Sun-Maid has been doing the heavy lifting on that front for over 100 years!! Get yourself to a worthy cause, raisin apologist.

Q: Where do grapes, strawberries, and peaches hang out?

A: Jam sessions.

I’m slightly more of a jelly guy, but jam can hit the spot on the right edible medium. A nice warm scone, perhaps. This joke is fine, the bar is low – I was surprised that none of the fruits listed were ones that couldn’t be jammed. It would probably have actually made me laugh to see something like coconut in it though, and Wonka can’t have my non-laughing streak broken… but maybe there’s hope for me next week?


This has been January 22 – 28 of my journey through the Taffyverse. You can catch the rest of it in a chronological list over at the index.

My Year of Laffy Taffy: Days 8 – 14

Day 8

Strawberry. You know it, you love it, clearly I haven’t gotten enough of it. It seems to be the only flavor with the general consistency of something above 9 on the Mohs hardness scale. I shatter my teeth, fillings, and crowns for you, dear reader.

Q: What sport can also research?

A: Surfing

Immensely bad, heavily reliant on the reader not only understanding that “surfing” here is a shortened form of “surfing the internet” but also the implication that browsing the internet constitutes research. Not in 2025, Wonka – the general population uses the internet strictly for posting misinformation and racism.

Q: What color screams hello?

A: Yellow

This is a joke my mother would love – I think it qualifies as an anti-joke, or (to quote the late great Elizabeth Comstock) something so like it, I cannot tell the difference. It’s mildy amusing, perhaps, if you’re not expecting it and aren’t completely sober.

Day 9

It’s another random taffy kind of day, and that means more Sour Apple. After choking down the artificial taste, I instinctively threw the wrapper away in what I can only assume was a subconscious act of self-preservation, before remembering my purpose.

Q: Why did lunchtime speed by?

A: Because it was fast food.

Well I feel sorry for the individual who came up with this, because if they’re eating fast food for every lunch they’re in bigger trouble than if they ate Laffy Taffy every day for a year… Also the joke sucks.

Q: What’s a taco’s favorite dance?

A: Salsa

This marks the first time in this series that the answer occurred to me without me even needing to think. It avoids most of the pitfalls of its predecessors: bad grammar, nonsensical, stupid, but it falls into what is arguably the worst one just as it almost crosses the finish line: It’s just not funny. And that’s a crime that calls for the writer to pay the ultimate price.

Also salsa doesn’t go on tacos, so a -2 to its final score as well.

Day 10

For breakfast I enjoy some pliable gooey paste vaguely flavored like a toddler’s imagination of cherry, then immediately wash my mouth out and brush my teeth before returning to review the jokes.

Q: What has 2 hands but no arms?

A: A clock.

What kind of The Hobbit-ass riddle is this? The only way it could sound more dated if it was “Thirty white horse on a red hill”. This is the kind of joke Bilbo Baggins would tell at his going away party to make his neighbors hate him just a little more. This “joke” would have been old when ships were exclusively made out of wood. I think humans are born knowing the answer to this, but maybe once analog devices have vanished from this world the concept of clock hands will become forgotten knowledge…

Q: What building has the most stories?

A: A library.

This one… is all right. They got me right in the special interest, our delightful public library system. It’s a clever bit of wordplay subverting your expectation of the definition of the word “story” in the context of a building. It doesn’t make me laugh, but considering how low the bar is for a Laffy Taffy joke, I declare that it passes muster and the author may be spared during the coming joke war.

Day 11

I figured I should take pity on the noxious banana, and have another piece. After all, If I only eat the good flavors, then I’ll have 30 bananas to get through at the end of the container and my frail psyche couldn’t withstand such an attack.

Q: What’s a potato’s favorite game?

A: Hash-tag

Well, I certainly never would have come up with this answer. Honestly maybe one of my dear readers can explain this to me. An attempt to be a play on hash browns? Is there a similar synonym for potatoes I’m unaware of? Hash-bag? What on Earth is this tremendously bad joke? Who approved this?

Moving on.

Q: What can make honey and words?

A: A spelling bee

I wouldn’t be surprised if this was a reference to The Phantom Tollbooth’s Spelling Bee, and thus – while not amusing – this gets a pass.

Day 12

Why is the strawberry flavor so hard?!?! By the time I’m done it feels like my jaw has gone through a workout regimen that would put prime Arnold Schwarzenegger to shame.

Q: Who was responsible for the lake’s disarray?

A: The Loch Mess Monster

Another passable joke – a better synonym for “disarray” could probably have made the question flow a little better, but I do like the “mess” pun. No laugh but I did raise my eyebrows slightly at the unexpectedly decent joke.

Q: Why did the girl have a tiny wooden infant?

A: She wanted a whittle baby

It’s finally happened people – I smiled when I read this. And they said it would never come to pass. I could take umbrage with the cumbersome wording of the question, but that’s nitpicky stuff. “Whittle baby” is pretty good. So far, easily the best taffy wrapper I’ve read this year – but I’ve got so far to go, maybe this is a sign of better jokes to come.

Day 13

I’ve got the flu, and the last thing I want is to eat some Laffy Taffy. Hot tea and soup would hit the spot, but looks like I have no choice but to soldier on with my mission. And today, this brave warrior gets cherry. It’s soft, at least.

Q: Why did the phones break-up?

A: There was no connection.

Ah, so close to having something here. Not a joke, but it loses points for grammar. I wasn’t 100% sure but something about that hyphen bothered me. I went to Google and found this determination from Grammarist:

“Breakup is one word when it’s a noun (e.g., it was a bad breakup) or an adjective (I’m writing a breakup song). It’s two words (break up) when it functions as a verb (I think we should break up). Some publishers use the hyphenated break-up in place of the one-word form.

They could have gotten away with the hyphen IF it had been the noun usage, but alas – no points for almost using proper grammar. It’s the labor camps for the author, I’m afraid.

Q: Why did the cable get sad?

A: His phone friend went wireless.

Ok, ok – I spent the time I didn’t laugh trying to poke holes into the mechanics of this joke, but it turns out it actually makes a little sense. I initially thought “What on Earth is a ‘phone friend’ – Something akin to a pen pal, one you don’t know personally but speak to regularly on the phone?” But then I realized (giving the writer the benefit of the doubt here) that it could be that the cable had a literal phone as a friend, in which case all is right with the world. The cable is sad that he’s no longer connected to the phone, and thus – in this strange alternate reality of sentient wiring – can no longer communicate with it.

Day 14

Finishing off this second week of the ‘verse with banana. So far I have kept my flavor consumption rotated fairly – I absolutely must not get to the end of this tub with a huge amount of strawberry and banana ahead of me.

Line 1: This is a bad seaweed joke.

Line 2: Sorry, I just couldn’t kelp myself.

Tries to do something new – predictable, but new, for Laffy Taffy at least. The second line sounds like kelp could imply another word though. Kelp yourself – NOW!

Q: Where do cows write their secrets?

A: In their dairy.

A dyslexia joke! How droll. I wonder if we’ll get the “sold his soul to Santa” one. Probably not.


This has been January 8 – 14 of my journey through the Taffyverse. You can catch the rest of it in a chronological list over at the index.

Guest Post: And That’s Why They Call It Work

I’ll preface this post with a short introduction of a very special guest we have on this blog today! That’s right, you can read this post and enjoy it with confidence that it wasn’t written by me. Instead much more distinguished writer simply known as Athena’s Quill is taking over for this week. Yeah, I guess I’d use a pen name (heh) if I was a real writer invited to be on my blog too. Plausible deniability. Enjoy!

Work


Before we begin — are you reading this at work?

Tsk tsk!

But this will actually be a work-related diversion–it’s about the meanings of the words-behind-the-words that we use for work. One thing’s for sure: our linguistic ancestors had the same attitudes we do toward this area of life, as you will see.

Let’s begin with the word “work” itself. It sounds short. It sounds guttural. It sounds like a German-ish word, in other words. If you know enough about the English language to have guessed it’s from the oldest form of English, Anglo-Saxon, you guessed right. However, in the original language it’s spelled “weorc.” Today the primary definition for work is that it is energy expended on a goal, or something specific to be accomplished. In Anglo-Saxon, “weorc” meant this too (and all the other things it does to us today, even including “pain, travail, grief”).

A “task” is a small unit of work to be accomplished. Work tasks can be very unpleasant sometimes, such as when you work in a pet store, as I did during my college years. The origin of this word is also unpleasant. Although it sounds like “task” could be another Anglo-Saxon/Old English derivative, it actually comes from Latin. The Latin word “taxa” meant “impose a tax on someone” to the Romans. In those days I’m sure it was a task to impose a tax on a boisterous populace.

A set of tasks performed every day makes up someone’s “job.” No one seems to know where this word came from, though its usage dates back to sometime in the 1500s. Perhaps tasks also made up jobs in those days too. Another interesting connection is that at one time you would use the word “job” as a verb, meaning “prod” or “stab.” In the beginning, maybe someone’s job was to…motivate people.

These days you may have several jobs during your “career.” From the Latin word for “carriage,” we use this word to refer to sustained and progressive employment. One imagines that originally the idea was that a person “drove” his career, although people these days are often passively allowing their careers to drive them (into disengagement and worse, alas).

Mark Twain’s words of advice apply to this sad state of things: “The secret of success is making your vocation your vacation.” And this nicely introduces our last word here: “vocation.” Coming from the Latin, its root means “to call.” Hopefully the tasks and jobs you’ve had in your career are something that you felt called to do! If you’re absolutely engaged in your day-to-day mission, every day you work you will still feel like you’re free.

There you go–those are some words and roots for you today. Now you can get back to the tasks of your job and continue further your career. And now you know—that’s why they call it work.

FFITHW: How to English Good

How often do you think about adjectives? All the time? Every day? Do you love them? Do you dream about big red unusual German fluffy adjectives?

bigredfluffyadjective

Trick question: you can’t. However, you can dream about unusually big fluffy red German adjectives. I suppose. I don’t know how, but…

Anyway, an interesting thing I recently learned is that in the English language, word order matters. Okay, I didn’t just learn that, it’s fairly obvious and something we all know. But were you aware that when describing an object using two or more adjectives, those adjectives have a preordained order that you must use them in?

Well, you might have known that. I didn’t. It’s something that we probably all understand subconsciously; take the sentence in the first paragraph. Does it sound right when you say it out loud? Probably not. The second paragraph just flows so much better, and it’s easier to understand the properties of the adjective. If an adjective could be fluffy, or German.

So what is this all-important word order? Well, to quote the Cambridge Dictionary website, “Adjectives which describe opinions or attitudes usually come first, before more neutral, factual ones.”  Specifically, the order goes like this:

  1. Opinion (adorable, strange)
  2. Size (small, massive)
  3. Physical Quality (fluffy, squishy, rubbery)
  4. Shape (square, boxy, oblong)
  5. Age (young, youthful, elderly)
  6. Color (red, blue, monochromatic)
  7. Origin (German, Finnish)
  8. Material (stone, brick, gelatin)
  9. Type (three-cornered, general-purpose)
  10. Purpose (cooking, building, washing)

Try it yourself, make up a sentence with lots of adjectives and then see if you instinctively got them in the right order. You probably did, without having to think too hard. This rule can be shaken up if you want to emphasize one particular adjective over another, in which case you’d put it right before the noun. Otherwise, this is how you’d put the descriptive sentence together.

Now you’re an adjective master! …Maybe.