Well it’s official. I’m too funny. Some say it was just a matter of time while others ask if I am heavily sedated. The only medication I take is two teaspoons of Bon Jovi hatred, twice per hour and I’ve never missed more than 93.57% of a days work. When Amazon tried not to deliver Bill Spencer’s book “Uranus Is Always Funny,” I had questions galore but I mainly wanted to know why the delivery dude wanted to deposit the book in my neighbors letterbox. My neighbor is as funny as precise, geolocation data and would not appreciate the hundreds of carefully crafted humorous gems in the book. I, on the other (and better) hand, appreciate the Punmaster General’s wicked words of wisdom and was massively eager to view the words in their joyus context. I asked the Amazon delivery dude if my neighbors letterbox looked like the type of letterbox that appreciated reading and he looked at me with the type of pity I deserve. He handed me the book and growled “You’re too funny”. I nodded in agreement because truth but even then, I knew exactly what my my next Amazon purchase would be…
Bill Y, I have to hand it to you: you ARE too funny, and this post is a little squirrelly, and I love it.
I’m one tough nut.