The End of Laughter
I can’t think of one funny thing.
Not one.
I think my humour can might be empty.
I might be bone dry.
No more abundant laughing.
I guess I am dome.
…
Wait a minute…
Did I just misspell the word “done”?
I wrote “dome”.
That is funny.
I was all like, (silly voice) “I am DOME! Nice to meet you! Shake my ham … I mean HAND! (even sillier voice) There I go again!”
I guess I’ve still got it.
That was a close one.
As you were.
