The Dirtiness of The Boston Globe’s Crossword

Matt has been looking for a crossword puzzle and thinks he might have found a winner after stumbling upon Leonard Gravis’ latest in the Globe. This is chicanery and tomfoolery of the highest order and I, for one, salute you, Mr. Gravis.

And so it was with great joy today that I stumbled across the work of Leonard Gravis in the Boston Globe. It only took one clue for Mr. Gravis to reel me in. “The ___ mightier than the sword.”
Think about that one for a moment and then consider that this clue fell on space number 69 across.
Yes, the answer to 69 across in today’s Boston Globe is “Penis.”

The Dirtiness of The Boston Globe’s Crossword

Coach, Wrong Ball

This is a dirty play. We’re not talking about the NFL, college, or even high school, this looks like Pop Warner. And it requires the coach to be part of the ruse. What’s interesting to me are the different versions of it on Youtube, and how there are a few kids who sell the play really well, and a few who start running too early. In this example, the QB stone sells it, which makes the play work better.

Adding: I meant to mention that just because it’s dirty doesn’t mean it’s not funny as hell.

Coach, Wrong Ball

The Centipede Joke

This guy, Matt, was lonely and decided life would be more fun if he had a pet. So he went to the pet store and told the owner that he wanted to buy an unusual pet. After some discussion Matt bought a centipede, who came complete with a cute, little box to use as his house.

Matt decided the best way to welcome his pet centipede into his life would be to take him to the local watering hole for a drink. So he asked the centipede in the box, ‘Would you like to go to Frank’s
place with me to have a beer?’

There was no answer from his new pet. This bothered Matt a bit. He waited a few minutes and then asked the centipede again, ‘How about going to the bar and having a drink with me?’

Again, there was no answer from his new pet centipede, so he waited a few minutes more, stewing about the situation. He asked one more time, this time putting his face up against the centipede’s house and shouting, ‘Hey, in there! Would you like to go to Frank’s place and have a drink with me?

This time, a little voice came out of the box: ‘I heard you the first time! I’m putting on my fucking shoes!’

The Centipede Joke