As I sat down to write my weekly post, I realized that I don’t have any burning topics that I wanted to write about. Additionally, a review of my last several posts have indicated a fixation on the topic of creativity. I feel like I’ve gotten into a rut where it feels like I’m trying to justify myself in some way. To you or me, I’m sure; probably both.
So instead of continuing in that vein, I’m going to share some of the jokes I’ve written. As far as I know, these are all originals.
Why don’t they make romantic comedies about trees?
They’re too sappy.
Why shouldn’t couples go camping together?
Because it’s two in tents.
Why should couples got camping together?
Because it’s fucking in tents.
What kind of dog always seizes the day?
Shar Pei Diem.
Last but not last: I guess I just give off that kind of energy, this is the joke that a complete stranger told me at a coffee house. (Seriously, I must give off that kind of energy; I was waiting for my coffee when this guy came into the shop, came up to me at the ‘Pick up’ counter, told me the joke, then walked over to the ‘Order’ counter.)
What do you call the music of a piano falling down a mine shaft?
A miner be flat.
The Chimerical Dark 