“Ha-ha, Wahoo, O Man.” The sounds I hear that reinsure me that I am home. The sarcastic, swift, spike4 of a joke goes farther then you’ll ever know. Farther then you’ll ever know5. A bad situation can be resolved with my dads hurtful but funny as a clowns jokes2. Or possibly my sisters straight slaughter in your face jokes. Me, I like the one that you must think about in order to get. I could say the joke to one and stink up the room with a smell of rotten eggs3, or could sting the person like a mosquito on a hot and wet summer night6. All in all humor is supposed to be used for good, my family uses it not to cause any harm. We laugh, joke, and make fun of another all because we love each other. Whoever posses the skill of making other people laugh will help cure the world of evil1.
January 14, 2009