To laugh or not to laugh…that is the question

I’m not sure how to start this post…but I’ll do my very best. 

Recently my old boss sent me an e-mail full of funny pictures.  Some of them I had seen before, and others were new to me, and quite amusing I might add.  But, there was one certain picture that seemed to catch my eye…actually catch my whole body and throw it on the floor in a big pile of hysterical laughing and uncontrollably quivering flesh.  This of course did not amuse my co-workers, as they are on average about 24 years older than me, and seem to have climbed the maturity ladder at speeds undetectable by man.  ANYWAYS…back to the picture.  It’s not like I enjoy, or absolutely worship the opportunity to poke fun at those who are less fortunate than eye…I mean…I.  But from time to time, something of such great proportions as this picture will fall into my lap, and take a stab at my character by grabbing hold of my humor and sprinting into the distance.  On this day though, the one and only October 27th, 2006…I will refrain from my usual habits and behaviors and let you be the judge of my humor, my character, and my overwhelming need to laugh at blind men singing into the wrong end of the microphone. 

 P.S; due to the fear that my own children might someday be born blind, stricken with scarlet fever and rendered blind, or have any other severe malfunctions…I ask that you never mention I wrote this and pretend like you never read it!  THANKS!     

~ by tigerfoster on October 27, 2006.