I was recently told I have no sense of humor.
I am horribly troubled by this–I have put a great deal of time and energy into my efforts to conceal the fact that I have no sense of humor.
Granted, the person who told me this is a mangy little man who would kick the crutch from under Tiny Tim then laugh hysterically as he fell in the mud.
I don’t know his name, I just refer to him as that mangy little man who would kick the crutch from under Tiny Tim then laugh hysterically as he fell in the mud. Or for the sake of brevity: the ugly little prick.
He is an angry little man. I think his anger stems from having tiny and misshapen testicles. I have no firsthand knowledge of the condition of his testicles, it’s just a feeling I get.
He is also stupid.
And not just a normal level of stupid–he is profoundly stupid.
He is a profoundly stupid ugly little prick of a man with tiny and misshapen testicles who would kick the crutch from under Tiny Tim then laugh hysterically as he fell in the mud…and he’s mangy.
He might be called Bill.
Anyway, I’ve been told by many people that this blog is at least mildly amusing and some of those people aren’t imaginary.
And if the ability to generate death threats is an indicator of humor (and I believe it is) this blog is hysterical.
If Bill sees this I’ll probably get another death threat.
I’m just joking–it’s highly doubtful he can read.