Even monkey's and apes have a sense of humor. "If you have any poo, fling it now."
I'm not depressed. But my mind is so preoccupied with not laugh-inducing thoughts. Finish the basement. Get new carpet. Completely re-decorate (or in my case, DECORATE) my bedroom. Shave my legs. All these things are essential, mandatory, before I bring a third Neffite into the world. And I only have 202 days to do it all! It'll take that long to just shave!
Or could it be that I have completely entrenched myself, yet again, into the war-ravaged south. Gone With The Wind is not the endorphin producing book you would think...
Things I have found tickling my insensitive funny bone lately, though:
- My cat, Harley, sneezing. Why is a cat sneezing so funny? I don't kow, but it is!
- One cannibal walks into the room and asks the other cannibal, "I'm starving, is there any food left?" The other cannibal says, "Nope, everybody's eaten."
- Kembry talking back to Brett. This shouldn't bring me as much joy as it does, but I can't argue with results. Especially when I'm a semi-permenent visitor to "Hormone-ville".
- The Zebra joke. The ol' stand-by. I won't share it here, it's too long, but it still makes me split a round-ligament.
(And my title reference to the Titantic...seriously? What's wrong with my brain? Why would I think of that in conjunction with humor? Okay, I do find that part a little funny...I'm sick.)