I was wondering this week just when it was in my life that I decided that I need for everything to make me laugh. TV, radio, books, all the usual stuff. But also food, work, public transportation…you name it.
I feel positively demanding about my needs at times, perhaps inappropriately so.
It doesn’t even matter if it’s a serious moment. I need the laugh. I crave it.
I’ve been lucky enough to have the prism of Bubbles in the Think Tank to channel this need…and to allow it to make excuses for my sometimes bad behavior. Perhaps the show has even encouraged it. As though a show could encourage anything.
Where were you when you noticed this unhealthy obsession of mine? (This one, not the others.) Tell me about it. I must know.
A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down your pants…. [2009|11|b57df169fdfed5267adb6b7ebfe9bcee]
…the champagne flowed like bongwater… [2009|11|7981b3fd54408157f4c4cb03bb30f879]
I was just doing that again the other day…
Making fun of frat boys in the honors lounge!
*Who* stuck the straw?
once you stuck in the straw…
bad behavior? perhaps,
many sundaes ago…
Damn, I’m cold!
the day i wrecked my car and showed up at your door
told you what happened and you laughed out loud
i then slid across your floor delighted