Personally, I take great delight in the most ridiculous forms of humor,the immature, even trite little quips that others can only enjoy when sufficiently lubricated by alcohol or some other state altering drug. To me, these thingsare gold, an endless vat of abdominal straining laughter, near hystericsI will struggle to complete each joke, as others begin laughing more likely at my inability to breathe than the jokes themselves. I laugh even now, only thinking of the series of jokes that begin.
Why couldn’t the fly climb the wall?
There was a fridge tied to its leg.
“It’s funny because it’s stupid” I suggest uncertainly to the attending audience. Like menstruation, it seems they get it, but it just isn’t funny. Taking its place near “Stories that go nowhere”,”Unnecessarily violent outbursts” and “Discussing places to store the remains of my victims” I write “Inelaborate Jokes” under the heading “Ways to isolate myself in conversation.
“And now for the ulterior motive behind this entry, to share this little joke, conjured amidst my deafening psychosis.
What do a chiropractor and a psychiatrist have in common?
Each can be replaced through application of a noose and an appropriate altitude.