Okay, I wrote something I considered remotely funny. It was equivalent to…
“A mushroom walks into a bar, and asks for a drink.
The bartender says, ‘I’m sorry, we don’t serve your kind here.’
In which the mushroom replies, ‘Why not? I’m a fungi!'”
Anything? Oh well, I also complained that its too hot right now and that I’m melting in the triple digit heat. I also mentioned men get periods too and that I learned it from Human Sexuality ten years ago and am unsure if that information is still true, and that I could do research to find out. But I don’t, so that’s my bad. I know its my bad for saying my bad.
Okay, that’s all, my face is melting off, and I’m sweating in places that I never knew existed. So, be well, I’ll have something more informative and entertaining…okay, informative, I know I’m not that entertaining, tomorrow. Love, peace, and chicken grease.
“If your life had a face, I would punch it!” (in a good way!)
