by Paul
May 16, 2005 09:54
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It happens to the Paul of us. I mean, to the best of us. My bad, I always get those two words mixed up. What I needed, was some laughter. Unfortunately, since I'm busy entertaining all of your sorry asses, I barely have any time to entertain myself.
I needed to rectify this situation, post haste. So I get to thinking about what's ALWAYS funny. I don't mean funny like "I'm Rick James Bitch", after you've heard it for the 150th time...today... I mean funny no matter how many times you're party to it. What I needed was clear:
I needed to see somebody fall down.
That's right folks, since the dawn of time, no matter how our specie advances technologically, biologically, and philosophically; watching somebody scrub really good, NEVER gets old.
In fact it's one of the few occurances in life where it just gets infinitely funnier the more you think about it. Furthermore, talking about it second hand, is sometimes even funnier than actually witnessing the victim bite it live, in person. If you can find a good story teller like uh, like maybe Paul Sobel, then you're in for a real treat.
I remember one time in junior high school (the J is pronounced like an H because Yo hablo Espanol) my friend B was trying to jump over a row of desks we had set up. We both cleared 4 desks pretty easily. On the 5th desk however, he started his hurdle, churning his arms and shit like he was Carl fucking Lewis, only he caught his toe on the end of the 5th desk. This wasn't a regular scrub folks. This was a SAVAGE nose dive. I laughed so hard all through lunch that I was late to my next period.
Or remember that one time at Pitt High when that chick bit it down like... all 45 steps of the Creative Arts building? Can I get an Amen?
Just FYI for the 2k5 for the non-925-ers, the Creative Arts building was our High School auditorium that was built pre-WW2 (yes the war) so it's actually a bomb shelter. Those stairs that young lady fell down were pristine brick. Brick red. So red, you couldn't see her blood. Awe... yeah, that's just mean. Just in case you're wondering, yes I laughed, yes it was great, and yes I'm laughing right now.
At a later time, somebody told me if you laugh at people who fall down, then you will fall down. Yeah, and? That's funny stuff. I've fallen off of pretty much every structure, and out of, or off of, every vehicle you can imagine. Yes, it's funny every time. The possible exception might be the stitches I got in my face in Mexico, but mostly because I lied earlier when I said I hablo Espanol. I have to come clean people, I can barely speak English. I dictate my blog to a Native American via smoke signals, then Sitting Onherlaurels translates it for me.
Today I am feeling: My left hand with my right hand, because I have my hands folded. |
| The question isn't if a tree fell in the forest, would you hear it. The question is, would you laugh. If you answered no, then you're unamerican. That's right, I said it. I'm sorry... I thought this was America!?! |