Answer: About sixteen. Question: What’s My IQ?

Back when I used to waste my time on the web in completely different ways, I participated in an ongoing game called A Question for My Answer. Each player had to formulate a question for the answer supplied by the previous player in the sequence, then provide an answer that the next player would question. Here are a couple of the ones I still remember:

A: That’s “discreet,” not “discrete.”
Q: So, Mr. President, you want a separate chapter about each intern?

A: Just put it in the sink.
Q: Hey, Joe, where do you want this rotting llama carcass?

A: Airplane fartknocker.
Q: And if it’s a girl?

So, the idea here is to involve you, the pathetic reader, in an even more pathetic attempt to create some inane juxtapositions right here, at (checks URL) Mightier than the Pen. I’ll do a few off the top, just so I don’t have to jump straight into the rejection of deafening silence, and i shall end with an answer for you to question. If you are sufficiently moved, please submit your submissions via comment. I promise to moderate things as quickly as possible. Of course that might mean a week and half from now, but it won’t kill you to wait. I hope.

A: Over my dead body!
Q: Mom, do you want a Lady Gaga-themed funeral casket lid?

A: Our payment policy is Net+30.
Q: Wouldn’t it be a shame, Mr. Thag, for this lovely store of yours to burn down, when you could have enjoyed our protection?

A: I got it!