Where do you come up with this stuff, Lorrie? No, no....don't tell me but let me take a wild guess just for the _______ of it.
Do you have a little round fecund statue of a female deity who specializes in humor? Do you lite a candle for her each night and in the morning, find a joke on your pillow?
Whatever it is.......I like it. Here's a homegrown that I may have posted before but what the hell...live dangerously. I'm beginning to wonder if you might be my missing girlfriend in this piece...
Short Women with Big Wits
I once dated a woman who had an extraordinary sense of wit. She was very petite, but pound per pound, I think she was at least 100 times wittier than Paula Poundstone.
She was so funny, in fact, all the time, non-stop, almost 24 hours a day, that I began to suspect she actually burned calories making her various satiric comments. Her wit was not merely a highly acerbic activity, but a highly aerobic one too!
(Think Robin Williams, in drag and on steroids, only prettier, and not as muscular or hairy, drinking Triple Expresso Lattes, and scarfing Penguin Caffeinated Chocolate Mints!)
I mean when we woke up in the middle of the night to pee or something, she would start cracking so many jokes that it was very hard for both of us to get back to sleep. We'd get laughing so hard we would actually fall off the bed, and after regaining our composure and getting back on top of the mattress, we'd wind up falling off again! Bruise City, I'm tellin' ya! Dating her was like an Extreme sport!
It became slightly troubling to me at times, though, and I should have known that there would ultimately be a terrible price to pay for all these free jokes we were enjoying. She couldn't stop joking! She was like a joke-aholic! She lived to joke rather than joked to live! She was no longer in control of her own humor! HER HUMOR CONTROLLED HER!
Alarmingly, she actually started losing weight from the intensity with which she practised and memorized each new joke she wrote! Pretty soon this very pretty little witty woman became a very witty itty bitty little bitty itty pretty witty woman! She shrank vertically as well, as so much of her life force was now wholly devoted to this all consuming passion and purpose in her life! It negatively impacted our sex life too, of course. Every time we would start making out, well you know, she would start making jokes!
Finally one night after she had reached nearly LILLIPUTIAN proportions, I woke up in bed and I could hear her cracking jokes and laughing very loudly, especially for such a now ultra-super-petite-sized woman, who at this point was much smaller than your average-sized store bought Barbie doll. But I could no longer find her in the bed! Jumping up, I tossed all the sheets aside, searched inside the pillow cases, and in the duvet cover, and even under the mattress, and I still couldn't find her anywhere! I could hear her fading hysterical laughter though, and soft mutterings to herself. Something about a priest and a rabbi going into a bar! It was eerie!
I never saw her again after that but I did hear some neighbors laughing loudly down the street one evening a few weeks later, and have always wondered if they were laughing at her, or with her, perhaps, or just at That Seventies Show.
I still dearly miss all the fun times we had together, but I am SOOOOOOO DONE WITH FUNNY WOMEN!!!!!!
Now I'm looking for a woman WHO'S NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER EVEN ONCE, GIGGLED IN HER WHOLE LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Know any totally hot babes that can keep a straight face through an onslaught of BRAND NEW Polish jokes??
Cheers.






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