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I realized a long time ago that left to my own reasoning and devising I’m about as funny as  cutting onions with no contacts in.  Its down right painful and attracts more cricket noises than a summer night on my back porch.

However, I at some point I discovered….Jokes are not made they just simply exist, and float around all around.  Like butterflies in a sea of flowers that and land in your lap and quickly fly away.   Surely just like Solomon said nothing is new under the sun, the same ones have been around since the dawn of man.   However, only some can tame such creatures.

You have to wait till one comes along, or create your own to your peril, or to that of your hearers,…. it might not be pretty.  Sure you’ll get the occasional rapid fire heady courtesy laugh, or if you’re lucky a quick detour to another subject and a quick exit avoiding sudden and quick “you’re not funny” label, perhaps you can go write an elevator user manual or something.

Perhaps at your next party you can tell…yeah, he’s a master builder, weaving a taspestry of tight woven hilarity for all to see.  Or another you might say “oh yeah, he’s that guy, a highly intellectual weaver armed with wet glue and pipecleaners, (dude watch the glitter, enough glitter).   Oh that all could weave, but then how will men know unless they are told.

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