Sunday, March 7, 2010

Impress Her With Your New Tool!!!

He tried a sense of humor from a mail-order website. It didn’t work quite right. He laughed at inappropriate things, like green onions. Or narwhals. He put it back in its box.

A man sold him one at a yard sale. Initially, he enjoyed laughing at farts and titties and crotch-kicks, but when he found himself earnestly watching pro wrestling, he held his own yard sale.

At last, he found one at a specialty store. It was refined; urbane; nuanced without snobbery. Perfect.

She sighed when she saw him on her doorstep. “Look, what I really meant was: Not you.


Deb Markanton said...

*Slow grin* Nice, very nice.

Scattercat said...

Wait, you LOL at the torturer's monologue and find the whimsical search for a sense of humor darkly amusing?

Man, and people say I'm confusing.