Why don't you window it?

Source: Wanstrom & Assoc

My family (like all innate alcoholics) drank consistently throughout the day yesterday. We started at lunch, continued into brunch, poured red wine during appetizers, and then moved on to white for dinner. By the time dessert hit the table, the six of us (plus the 2 family friends visiting for the weekend) were thoroughly sloshed. Our drunken ramblings included art, how we could fix the world, misremembered celebrities, gay celebrities, and all the other prepared stories people typically set aside for cocktail parties (you know, the usual). It was a fun and vaguely rememberable time.
My father (who in the drinking world would fall under the classification: tank) had had a bit too much to drink. Essentially, he had crossed that hazy line where one second your amiable and funny and the next drunken second your incapable of following the flow of normal conversation. Once he crosses this line he becomes thoroughly ridiculous. He will either: (1) sit there dead as a door nail (2) utter an absurdly interesting truism or (3) display a peculiar sense of humor that defies explanation.
The best way I can explain his humor is as follows: It's like when someone says something unbearably trite, and you laugh, not because the joke is in anyway funny, but because you had another even funnier thought occur to you at the same time. That person tries to understand why your laughing, but your laughter is so overwhelming that you can scarcely breathe, causing them for some peculiar reason to laugh as well.
When my father gets considerably drunk he becomes both the person that says the unfunny pun and the recipient of that laughter a.k.a. he laughs at his own jokes. Last night, I had another wonderful example of this one-on-one humor. My sister was having a conversation with one of our house guests, something to do with the importance of art (I don't really know, it didn't sound riveting enough for me to care). Yet at some point in her conversation she said the phrase, "I simply adore it?" To which my father turned to us, and said, "Why don't you window it?"
At first we didn't really understand, but after several minutes (10 in fact) we realized it was a bad pun building off my sisters use of the word adore. We all laughed. At first because we found the fact that he found the pun funny funny, but then that infectious laughter grew. Parents may embarrass you, but at least they are entertaining.