JOKES!
I think I’m pretty damn crafty. Even when whatever I’ve created doesn’t make sense to anyone else, I high five myself and am content with my simple and self-preserved LOL.
In elementary school you could request to tell jokes over the school intercom. Given my impeccable speech communication skills in the 4th grade I proceed to the front office to present my joke to the rest of the Sam Houston Ravens. It must be noted that most kids read jokes from a book or from a Bazooka bubble wrapper. Not me. No way. I write my own material.
I clear my tiny lil throat and begin. “Good Morning Ravens!! Have I got a joke for you today. Why are racquetballs sad? (insert dramatic pause) Because they get hit around a lot!!”
The school receptionist kindly takes the mic away from me (probably wondering if I should see the school counselor) as the echo of my twig leg giggling self sauntered down the carpeted hallway. I still think it’s funny, chuckling at my desk. It should be noted there was another answer: Because they’re BLUE! Maybe I should have gone with that.
