sir, in my heart, i know i'm funny.

[gyzym]

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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[khasael.livejournal.com]

I read this post and looked at these macros approximately forty-five seconds before watching the wall-climbing fight scene in Inception. Clearly, this is a sign. Of what, I don't know.

But these are awesome. Yay for late-night giggles!

[gyzym.livejournal.com]

My lifeview:

It's almost two AM! EVERYBODY RUMBA CHUCKLE

[khasael.livejournal.com]

I know have Goofy's son Max shouting "Everybody rumba!" in my head, because it's the only audio memory I have for that phrase.

Um. Perhaps sleep sometime. I do have to be functional at work tomorrow. :)

[gyzym.livejournal.com]

Go to bed, bb! I am headed that way myself, lest I be a zombie and unable to produce amusing things in the morning :D

[khasael.livejournal.com]

Yes, sleep! No zombieness for you! I will head to bed soon, I promise. Just need to jot more notes on this fic!

I do not have to produce amusing things in the morning. Just cakes. They have to be pretty cakes, though. *thinks about decorating a cake while seriously sleep deprived* Hm. Someday, I shall do that. Perhaps with photos.