Laughter, The Best Addiction

Enough with the moody shit, ok? I'm tired of you all bringing me down. Today has been a rather weird day. I think somebody slipped some crack into my string cheese. Don't ask me how or why that is possible, it just is. Ok? Ok. It all started today when I almost died because this slow bastard two cars in front of me wouldn't speed up so I could squeeze past a semi in the merge lane. Ok, so I was already doing 50 in a 35, but that's not important. Actually none of this is. It just really pissed me off so I laid on the horn which succeeded in nothing but pissing me off even more. Then I started laughing. I don't know why. I just did. What's with all the questions? It wasn't just regular laughing, it was crazy, psychotic, I-just-murdered-your-87-year-old-grandmother-and-painted-the-diningroom-chairs-with-her-blood type of laughter. Just kidding. It was just a little chuckle to myself, but it set the mood for the rest of the day.

My own personal hilarity continued at work when Shelly, who is one of the best people you could ever dream of working with, showed up with what were supposed to be auburn highlights in her hair. Oh yeah, it was on like Donkey Kong from that point on. Not from me though. I am a gentleman after all. Ok, I made a "pinkish" comment, so sue me. Once we got down to the unit is when the fun really started. Soon after our arrival came, "Did you dye your hair pink?" from an inmate. I could see tendrils of steam starting to rise from her Shelly's ears. That was followed shortly by, "I like your strawberry highlights," from a guy who obviously has an infatuation with my coworker (which was cause for more laughter on my part). Later, from yet another inmate, came, "Why your hair purple?", followed quickly by a "I mean, that's cool. That your hair is purple. You're like punk-rock or something...I'm gonna leave now." Which was probably about the smartest thing that this person had said up to this point. Shelly was about to reach critical mass but that didn't stop me from rolling on the floor with laughter on the inside. After that the word must have spread on Inmate.com not to mention her hair because there were no more comments from anybody else. Ok, I had to make a comment about how well her hair went with her dark purple eyeliner, but isn't that what are friends for? It didn't take long for us all to start laughing about it.

The conversation eventually turned to another coworker of ours named Bradley. To put it nicely, Brad is not a team player. Because of this he has been given the nickname of Blue Falcon, which, as all you military people out there know, is code for "buddy fucker". What makes this totally awesome is the fact that his initials actually are B.F. Whenever a conversation about the Falcon comes up, it inevitably turns into a discussion about his inherent weirdness and lack of people skills coupled with the Falcon's mating preferences and falcon birdcalls. Somehow this degraded into an in depth study of children's shows such as "The Wonderpets" and their theme of "teamwork". This, of course, led to Shelly and I, who are both parents of toddlers, to singing songs from the show.

I think by now you probably realize that this post is about absolutely nothing, but seriously though, somebody had to have slipped crack into the string cheese, or maybe it was in the yogurt that I stole from the refrigerator. Either way, any hint of professionalism there might have been was out the window and on it's way to Elsewhere. Crack is whack, man. Crack is whack.

Thought of the day:

"The most wasted of all days is one without laughter" - E. E. Cummings