Maybe it's the extra hour a day I sit in my car (... pretty jetta ..., still need a name) that makes me crazy, but having a ventriliquest at a company meeting for entertainment is a tricky thing. The comic wasn't allowed to talk about sex, booze or racial jokes. Instead he made all the sexual innuedendo's with a dummy he could (an analogy about golf, the dummy's wooden tee and ball sack). It was 100% pure potty humour. I would have really liked a magician, there just aren't enough of those around.