Tonight Mike and I went and saw a movie, and he might as well have been on the floor DYING he was laughing so hard. It almost looked like he was writhing in pain, moving like a bee was down his shirt, from side to side while that crazed laugh shot straight out of him. The movie, well it was OK, but Mike's infectious laugh is what killed me.
This is not an unusual thing. Mike laughs at everything and sometimes I'm like "GOD just shut it already." I mean he will sometimes just look down at the XBox controller in his hand and crack himself up. But when I try to tell him my best joke I. GET. NOTHING. Crickets chirp chirp chirp in the background. (Not sure if I have said this before but I am the worst joke-teller on the face of the human planet. That said, life forces of other planets may find my moms best joke which I stole to be amazing)
My mom has one joke and its about a woman gives birth to an eye ball and its blind. (See, I can't even remember the joke, let alone reiterate it on my blog) My older brother has lots of jokes, but they are naughty and usually dealing with blondes, or blow jobs or black people or something, and me of course being the most over sensitive person within Phoenix city limits gets all piss face about it. I don't laugh.
People may not realize that I am a very hard person to make laugh. I mean a big old belly gut laugh like my two year old nephew. Thats genuine. Mostly I have to fake it and smile and literally slap my knee and "ho ho ha ha he he" my way through a joke. And I talk my way through jokes too...
"So the guy walks into the bar..."
"Oh my god, OK, I have probably heard this one before..."
"So anyway, the guys walks into the bar and the bartender..."
"Yes, yes, go on, what does the bartender do?"
And then successfully, I have ruined it. The entire thing ruined. But to be honest, I have heard them all, and they are all not funny.
But I have a good one for you- So this guy walks into the bar...
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