When I was eight, I remember being asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. I joked, “hmm, a triceratops.” Nobody registered amusement at all, and I couldn’t figure out why. Were the other kids unable to appreciate my mastery of the absurd, or were they saddened by my evident brain damage? Either way the joke is on me, I grew up thrice as horny.
Yeah. The problem with people not knowing when I’m joking never did go away, though. For instance, that story really happened. And Trevor if you ever read this, laugh at people’s jokes you fucking weirdo.
I have toyed with the idea, after moving to the UK a few years ago. There’s an odd appeal to living in increasingly severe cultures. Germany, then perhaps North Korea, Switzerland…
When I was eight, I remember being asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. I joked, “hmm, a triceratops.” Nobody registered amusement at all, and I couldn’t figure out why. Were the other kids unable to appreciate my mastery of the absurd, or were they saddened by my evident brain damage? Either way the joke is on me, I grew up thrice as horny.
You may not be a triceratops, but at least you managed to be a horny toad.
That joke is probably as lame, if not even more
Yeah. The problem with people not knowing when I’m joking never did go away, though. For instance, that story really happened. And Trevor if you ever read this, laugh at people’s jokes you fucking weirdo.
Come over to Germany. We live the dry humour.
I have toyed with the idea, after moving to the UK a few years ago. There’s an odd appeal to living in increasingly severe cultures. Germany, then perhaps North Korea, Switzerland…
One of those things is not like the others… Never liked Switzerland myself.
So, more like a Styracosaurus maybe?