That niece just handed you a full audit of your comedy career for free. My go to joke for YEARS was the one about the duck buying lip balm, turns out that's not a dad joke either, it's just a weird duck with chapped lips. We're all out here performing on the wrong stage, buddy.

Makes you wonder how many other "crazy" stories have some truth hiding in them, man. That perfectly flat circle is the kind of detail you can't just explain away with wind or animals, it's too specific. Maybe we should all be taking those weird local legends a little more seriously before we crack jokes.

Isn't it wild how making things "perfect" just drains all the joy out of it?