Why do we understand humor? I suppose if

Why do we understand humor? I suppose if we couldn’t laugh at things that don’t make sense, we couldn’t react to a lot of life. I can’t tell if that’s funny or really scary.
So what's up with clowns? Why do people paint day-glo velvet paintings of mimes? Why do I see glowing red bulbous noses in my nightmares? The squeek-squeek follows me everywhere.
And that's because you're crazy. The lamp has no feelings. And the new one is much better.
"You're crazy." I said again. "I like you but you're crazy." The dude just stared at me with wide eyes. He said "Are you OK man? You got a frickin dart sticking out of your neck."
"I can't afford to lose any blood, I'm supposed to donate at John Kramer's tomorrow," I replied. I stepped away. "I was actually impressing his girl," I said to an imaginary camera
and then the invisible director yelled "Cut!" He yelled at me, "You broke the 1/4 wall? What are you doing?" The imaginary camera's film was being restocked.
But the invisible director had other plans. Like putting me out of my "I can't act! I need an adult!" misery. He picked up the invisible camera (after a few tries) and
tripped over Angelina Jolie's acting skills before bumping head first into a marching band drumkit. The invisible director's legs wiggled about furiously as he tried to
avoid Angelina's tickle attacks. But when he fell headfirst into the kettledrum he was at her mercy. The judges of the band contest found this to be an odd tattoo especially since
it must've really hurt to be placed there. I won't go into detail, but it entailed new depths for people to stoop to in order to sate their insecurities regarding their body image.

Started: 2012-08-21 22:45:09
Finished: 2012-12-19 00:40:09

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