I thought I was using fun as an adjective though, not a noun :I
Ahh I am so much confused.
I collect a village-worth of people to perform a collective face palm to myself.
Aw, thank you.
I am now free to make faces at my laptop as I please
nope…nope, required too much energy.
apologies for the lack of comics lately.
I would like to address a big pet peeve of mine, and that is “Joke Surgeons.”
Every now and then I’ll have the unfortunate outcome of making a comic that not everyone can relate to. For imagery purposes, let’s say this right here is a “Joke”.
And of course, because not everyone may understand Joke, they’ll have the need to announce it to the world and its many inhabitants.
And upon this exclamation, someone who DID understand the joke will claim the obligation to save the poor soul from the damnation of exclusion and explain the humour to this confused individual.
I call these Joke Surgeons. Though their intentions are good, they evidently just make things worse, or fail to progress further from where the situation originally was.
Personally, my rule is if you don’t get it, then you don’t get it. I’m not going to shun you for not sharing my sense of humour. There are some times where I do feel generous and will attempt to help you understand it yourself. But often times I prefer to avoid that situation.
But of course, the Joke Surgeon will often dive into this opportunity with a “let me enlighten the fuck out of your mind” attitude and proceed to explain, in detail, the validity of the Joke.
The outcome of this is that although you’ve managed to lecture the individual about your sense of humour, they’ll usually still not empathize, even after understanding the punchline. They might even give a half-assed chuckle just to show that they’re on board with you and not want to appear like a total outcast.
And what you’re left with, ladies and gentlemen, is a killed joke.
Hence why you should not explain how jokes are funny.
When was the last time you approached someone you felt was ugly or unattractive and said
To keep me awake.
Friend: Yo Dom, how’s the essay goin?
Me: Oh it’s goin, alright…
Me: GOIN STRAIGHT TO THE TRASH CAN.
When you think about it, that’s pretty good imagery of how most of you are.
-in Skype call-
Me: Woah, we don’t have each other on facebook yet?
Girl: Yeah. Don’t add me. My boyfriend will get mad.
Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know a friend request meant hopping on the Polar Express straight to your vagina.