sir, in my heart, i know i'm funny.
So, I was writing this whole other post, and then I was like, wait, this isn't what I want to be doing. What dooooo I want to be doing? OH, I KNOW: laughing hysterically at stupid shit on the internet!
And then I thought maybe I wasn't alone in that goal, so here is: a conversation had with my father during a round of penalty Jeopardy, a link to me making a fool of myself, and approximately a million macros. MY WIT, YOU GUYS, IT IS SO DEEPLY, DEEPLY WITTY.
Jeopardy Clue: [Blah blah blah I don't remember blah] comes in pulmonary and cardiac varieties--
Me: Edema!
My Father: Ahahahahhaha.
Me: What are you laughing about? Edemas aren't funny.
My Father: No, I know, I just...
Me: You just what?
My father: Funky col edema!
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And then I thought maybe I wasn't alone in that goal, so here is: a conversation had with my father during a round of penalty Jeopardy, a link to me making a fool of myself, and approximately a million macros. MY WIT, YOU GUYS, IT IS SO DEEPLY, DEEPLY WITTY.
Jeopardy Clue: [Blah blah blah I don't remember blah] comes in pulmonary and cardiac varieties--
Me: Edema!
My Father: Ahahahahhaha.
Me: What are you laughing about? Edemas aren't funny.
My Father: No, I know, I just...
Me: You just what?
My father: Funky col edema!
IN OTHER NEWS:
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AND, I am curious to know what circumstance could cause that noise to be made without...a sprinkler...before I can make any calls vis a vis who is doing it wrong :D
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I make the sprinkler (without a sprinkler) noise most often at work, behind a closed office door, when my colleagues are acting in a fashion that defies logic and sense :D It's very theraputic. I believe I make a similar noise when I drop things repeatedly - you know, those kinds of mornings where you're trying to get the coffee in the travel mug, and it spills, and you get a cloth, and you drop the cloth, and then you wipe up, and you manage to splash coffee on yourself regardless, and then you trip over your own feet, and then you forget the coffee cup altogether and only remember when you get out to the car. THOSE MORNINGS. Indeed.